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Christmas Rice Pudding

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I had been enjoying the confectionery dish of rice pudding since my twenties.

I also associate it with Christmas time, which is my favorite season.

So much so that, I was hoping and wishing that there would be a version of Android known as “Rice Pudding” and that it would be released around Christmas one year. I may have even posted to social media about that.

I want to give kudos to a friend of mine and my wife for posting a MEME containing the ingredients of a recipe simple recipe for rice pudding.

This piece will be a modified version of that recipe.

Here is what you, the reader will need:

White Rice
Butter
Refined Sugar
Whole Milk
Cinnamon
Pure Vanilla Extract
Almonds from a can of Planter’s Winter Spice Nuts (optional)

If there is enough rice left over from your evening meal, it will do nicely, if not boil a cup or two of white rice. Add a tablespoon or two of butter to the boiling rice.

After the rice is soft and fluffy, pour it into a mixing bowl.

Add milk until all grains of rice are covered. Next combine 1 to 2.5 tablespoons of refined sugar, a tablespoon of vanilla extract, and at least a dash of Cinnamon.

At this time, garnish the dish with the Almonds from the can of Planter’s Winter Spice Nuts.

I musts needs give my God the Glory in Jesus’ Name. I had been developing a peanut allergy since the age of 15. It began to worsen at the age of 31, to the point where I could no longer eat peanuts.

However, at the age of 34 going on 35, God healed me of that allergy, so I can eat peanuts again.

I am especially grateful because one food item I always bought around Christmas time was the Planter’s Winter Spice Nuts. This year, I bought a can and I also bought a can of Planter’s Holiday Nut Crunch for my lovely wife.

Stir the entire mixture briskly.

Enjoy right away or chill in the refrigerator and enjoy after it is cold.

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Christmas in July-July 21, 2021

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First of all, I do not own this image and therefore am giving credit whereupon credit is due. Secondly, I know that I should be boycotting Facebook, because of how they have treaded upon me, but I realize that these Christmas in July images are indeed enjoyable by at least a few of my Facebook [and Instagram] friends. Finally, some time late last week my writer’s block has left me and I am in the mood to be creative once again. So, submitted for your approval, is the words I believe this picture is worth to me: Here I picture a twenty-six year old man who is a fugitive from the law but not justice. His crime? Many find his writings to be highly seditious and subversive. Many more though are tremendously encouraged and inspired by his work. Accompanied by him is his twenty year old lover turned wife, though they were quietly wed in an unregistered ceremony. They are so much in love and full of affection towards each other but trying their best to hide from the oppressive authorities. They walk through a rural area, thinking they won’t be found. Subsequently, they come upon and old barn and hide there for the night. In the morning, the owner sees their footprints in the snow and retrieves his sawed of shotgun to confront whomever is in his barn. They are snuggling together and just barely waking up in each other’s arms when the door is flung open and he catches them. Immediately he recognizes the young man as the wanted fugitive, pumps his shotgun and orders both of them to lie face down. Subsequently they are bound by rope and the local sheriff’s department is called. While waiting for the cops to arrive, he angrily lectures them, first to the young man on how he should have worked a real job, kept his head low and been a contributing member of society instead of an insurrectionist. He then tells the young lady that she is just as evil as her lover for providing love and comfort to him. They are taken into custody. The young man is flogged to death without due process. The young lady is thrown into a women’s prison where she is murdered by fellow inmates due to their raging jealousy of her innocence and beauty.

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Christmas in July-July 10, 2021

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I do not own this image and I, therefore, give all credit whereupon credit is due. I wish I could post more Christmas in July pictures, but I am going through a terrible writer’s block, but trying to press through and fight it tooth and nail. When I look at this image, I am reminded of a story that has been on my mind for some time now. I picture a young man taking his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time at a Christmas shindig they are throwing. Though they’ve only been together a few months, their bond has become immensely strong. At first his family members are commenting that they moved way too fast. But then the caterers arrive and some of them are tied with the family from the young man’s marital past. As he and his girlfriend are outside exchanging affections, two of the caterers begin to make all kinds of rude comments about them. His girlfriend gets angry, tells them off and puts them in their place. Her words strike their conscience and ego with the accuracy of a .38 Special. She then grabs the young man and pelts his face with kisses while fondling his backside as she says how that should give them plenty more to talk about. She goes on to say how she too was once married to a family like that and knows exactly how they operate and now she has someone good who loves her for her and indeed cherishes her, while they are downright miserable. The young man is speechless but highly validated as he begins to lovingly caress her face as he kisses her and rubs his nose against hers. They exchange those three little words as they had many times before but this time with even more intensity! The young man’s sister and her husband witness the whole situation and soon have the rest of the family convinced that they are a perfect match and fit perfectly. The caterers are then fired and the young man and his girlfriend get in her van, go to a local market to make groceries and together prepare a delicious Christmas meal for the family, thereby winning her over to his family!

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Christmas in July-July 5, 2021

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Here’s my first Christmas in July picture for July of 2021. Just for the record, I do not own this image and give credit to whomever credit is due. I picture a young man getting off of work early on Christmas Eve. He then walks to his girlfriend’s house and they subsequently go for a walk, cherishing their time together. They are so much in love and likewise show their affections in front of everyone. One older woman, let’s call her Karen, threatens to call the police on them for what she deems as lewd conduct. So they walk away from her but she follows them. Karen follows them into a coffee shop and continues heckling them until the workers kick her out. The young man then thanks the workers and buys himself and his girlfriend some spice cookies and hot chocolate. They eat and drink happily. The establishment is frequented by many writers all of whom are inspired by what they saw. Many ideas are exchanged and this goes on until closing time. They then head back to her house and exchange many kisses beneath the glow of the street lamp. The young lady then tells her boyfriend to come back bright and early tomorrow morning. They exchange several more kisses and then those three little words. Afterwards, she goes inside and he walks home…

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Christmas in July-July 28, 2020

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NOTE: I do not own this image and I must needs give all credit to whomever credit is due. For today’s Christmas in July, I picture a young man and a slightly younger lady at a New Years Eve party they were both invited to. They do indeed like each other but 2020 had been so terrible to them and there were many stalled moments and other hangups in the relationship. There was also much ill treatment from others in their lives. But those negative aspects made them realize, now that they should be a couple, because they could make each other happy and they equally realize that they should be sweet to each other from now on. Mutually they ask each other out, just as midnight strikes. They agree and the excitement all around them is very minute compared to how they are affectionately tugging on each other’ hearts and clothing as they move in for that first kiss and not only that, the fireworks going off everywhere are pale in comparison to the sparks they feel and taste on each others’ tongues. After many passionate kisses afterward, they drink each other’s champagne and make a promise that this new year will be much better for them!…July is dwindling down, so this will be one of my last, maybe even my last Christmas in July posts. If it is indeed my last, I hope all of you appreciate them. I sure enjoy posting them and I wish I could have done more…

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Christmas in July-July 24, 2020

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I do not own this image and I give credit to whomever credit is due! I sincerely apologise for not posting as many Christmas in July pictures with stories as I ought to. This is more of a winter in summer than a Christmas in July picture, but none the less, I would imagine the world is in total chaos because it is trying to establish a globally oppressive government and was met with resistance. Major conflict ensued, with the oppressors ultimately taking control. I picture a young couple in love looking for a place to hide and consummate their love. New laws are in effect worldwide that any couple that wants to be intimate and live together must be married and in order to be married both parties most prove their conformity and loyalty to this worldwide government. This couple refuses to do so. So they are constantly on the run, hiding in diverse subterranean places. They are cold and tired but their love for each other compels them to press on. At last, they are safe and become known to each other. But then they are caught and found without proof of conformity and then are executed on the spot, bleeding out and dying in each other’s arms…

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Christmas in July-July 9, 2020

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For CYB purposes, I do not own this image and I give all credit to whomever credit is due…So, I picture a young couple so much in love, but absolutely forbidden from seeing each other, so they run away together on Christmas Eve. They make it to a large city, having eluded their families and law enforcement across multiple state lines. Both of their bodies are pumping with all kinds of hormones from the rush that is derived from trying not to get caught. The passion is building inside of them and while they have nothing material to give each other for Christmas, so they consummate their love as soon as they can find a place that is private, warm and free. At long last, they find such a place, just at the stroke of midnight. Boldly and passionately, they profess their love and commitment to each other then become known to each other! In the morning they wake in a sea of Tarpaulin, realizing they must needs be on the move yet again…

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New Year’s Celebrations-Second Chances

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TUESDAY DECEMBER 31, 2019 INTO WEDNESDAY JANUARY 1, 2020

My girlfriend and I have affectionately been texting each other all day.

It is now early evening.

In a group text, my Sunday School teacher has offered to take everyone in his class out to watch fireworks on the River.

He offers to drive my girlfriend and me.

I get dressed putting on some Navy Blue pants, a white turtle neck sweater with a tee shirt underneath, and a black vintage Corduroy Jacket. I place my Streamlight Jr. flashlight in my right pocket as usual along with my Motorola Smartphone in my left and my SwissGear Wallet in my left rear pocket. I also place one of my scanners, an older Uniden BC72XLT, in my jacket pocket so I can tune in to the railroad and marine communications.

The other couple is coming in their older minivan.

My teacher is with his wife and grandchildren. They pick me and my girlfriend up in an SUV.

Soon enough, they drive to my house.

He is in the driver seat, his wife is in the front passenger seat and their grandchildren are seated in the middle row of seats. My girlfriend is sitting in the third row of seats. She is wearing a soft pink sweater, a knee-length denim skirt, long black socks, and light blue tennis shoes.

I get flashed by her as she makes room for me to sit next to her.

For just a moment I stare longingly at her peach-colored panty, clinging to her thick pelvic region in between her creamy pale thighs until she lovingly grabs me and pulls me into her embrace. We then sit close together as we share some very sweet kisses.

She wraps her arms around me and holds me tightly as we ride to the ferry landing.

“Thank you so much for taking us,” I tell my Sunday School teacher and his wife.

“Yes. Thank you!” My girlfriend adds in.

“Y’all are both welcome,” He replies.

“Y’all make a lovely couple,” His wife interjects.

“Thank you. We met because of your husband’s class,” I reply.

“I had been praying for years that God would send him to me. I just didn’t think that He would have placed this sweet young man right in Sunday School, but He is so good and I’m glad He did!” My girlfriend then says.

“I guess I had to get away from everyone and everything I formerly knew, and start a new life after a divorce and then a breakup, but, just days after moving to this city, I met this lovely young lady in our Sunday School class and besides Christ, she completes me!”

My girlfriend then steals a kiss.

The two grandchildren giggle at us.

We see a train, switching one of the city’s many terminals.

The grandchildren watch in amazement.

“Y’all want to see something really neat?” I ask everyone.

My girlfriend nods.

The grandchildren both say, “Yeah…Yeah!”

I pull out my scanner and tune in to the conductor and engineer talking to each other.

My girlfriend watches in amazement. I can see a bright twinkle in her eyes.

“Aw, that is so cool!” The younger grandchild exclaims.

“Can you tune in those on the boats too?” The older grandchild asks.

“I can, but those on the boats use too much filthy language and this is a Christian vehicle, so I won’t tune them in.”

“Aw dang it.”

“I know. It’s really interesting to listen to because you know when a boat or ship is coming before it gets here, but it seems that those marine crews will not watch their mouths. I don’t want to expose my girlfriend or your grandmother to that kind of talk. You don’t need to be hearing it either.”

“Oh, okay.” The older grandchild says.

“Well, I am hungry, what about y’all?” My Sunday School teacher interjects.

“Yes,” My girlfriend says.

“Me as well,” I add in

Us too…Us too!” The young grandchild replies.

“Well, let’s go to Rally’s. My treat.

“Let’s each get a Big Buford and the largest Banana Shake to split amongst us,” My girlfriend whispers to me. I nod in agreement, then kiss her.

We pull into the Rally’s and our Sunday School teacher asks us, “What would y’all like?”

My girlfriend says, “A Big Buford for each of us and a Large Banana Shake for us to split.”

“Okay good,” He replies.

He then looks at his wife and asks, “What would you like, honey?”

“A fish sandwich and some sweet tea,” She replies.

“I think I’ll have that too,” My Sunday school teacher interjects, then continues, looking at his grandchildren, “And what would y’all like?”

“A Chicken Sandwich and a Cherry Coke,” The older grandchild replies.

“A chicken tender basket and some orange soda,” The younger grandchild adds.

“All right, I think we are ready to order, then,” My Sunday School teacher says, then pulls up and places his order.

He then drives up to the window and pays.

In time our food is handed to us.

We sit at a table and the other couple from our Sunday School group meets us there.

My girlfriend and I look nervously at each other.

Our Sunday School teacher leads in saying Grace as we all bow our heads and hold hands.

We then eat.

I tell my Sunday School teacher, “Thank you for dinner, especially Rally’s. This should give us enough nourishment to hold us up throughout the night and I can even go home and write for my blog.”

“Yes. Thank you so much!” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “I cannot wait to see what you write, baby!”

“Well, I draw my inspiration from you!”

She giggles and we rub our noses together.

The young woman from the other couple says, “Y’all are so cute together!”

“Thank you!” We reply in unison.

“He is everything I prayed for in a mate!” My girlfriend says, beaming.

“And I feel as if I am living out the lives of the characters in the stories I write just by loving and being loved by her!”

The young man from the other couple says gruffly, “I came across his blog the other night. He’s wrong for writing some of the stuff on there.”

Defensively, I ask, “What do you mean?”

“Nope! Uh-uh! I won’t discuss it here, there are children present!”

“Well, what I write involves nothing more than what people who are in love would normally do,” I tell him.

“I think what he writes is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it!” My girlfriend adds in.

“Thank you, baby!” I tell her as I kiss her hand.

“All right, settle down. Let’s have a peaceful time of fellowship,” My Sunday School teacher says.

“Yes sir,” I reply.

The other young man simply gives me a dirty look.

My girlfriend and I finish our Big Bufords, then begin spoon-feeding our banana shake to each other while smiling from ear to ear.

The sun is beginning to set, so we drive to the ferry landing and lay several blankets and sheets on the River Levee.

Our Sunday School teacher prays with us while we listen to worship music.

My girlfriend sits with her legs crossed and cradles my head in her lap as I look up at her blushing face.

The other young man says, “Can’t y’all act right for just a little while?”

His wife says, “Come on, leave them alone. Besides, I would like you to lay your head in my lap.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

“There’s more to love than showing off your affections to everyone.”

“You’re right, but it should be one of the benefits of being in love.”

“All right. I know we had Rally’s instead of Burger King, but have it your way!” The young man says with slight irritation.

His wife then smiles and giggles.

She sits near us, also cradling her husband in her lap.

We then have some real fellowship.

In time the countdown begins.

The crescendo of fireworks increases until the stroke of midnight then the sky lights up.

My girlfriend’s lips meet mine and we ring in the New Year with a long, powerful kiss.

Little do we know what we will face in the upcoming months…

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Our First Sunday Service-Second Chances

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SUNDAY DECEMBER 29, 2019

My girlfriend and I have been seeing each other religiously since the last time I wrote.

We are falling more and more each day.

Since Christmas Day, she has consistently stated that she wants to marry me and I couldn’t agree more.

I just woke up to her text, “Good morning baby. I can’t wait to see you at church. Love you!”

So, I reply, “Here is a good morning kiss from me to you. I love you too and I will start getting ready.”

She then replies with a kissy face emoji and a blushing face emoji.

I look outside my window and see that the weather is very dreary, somewhat damp, and slightly cool.

I select my favorite clothes from my closet: some sturdy black pants, a dark grey Oxford shirt, a white tee shirt white crew socks, a brown belt, and brown work boots. I hang the clothes from my bedroom door knob and place the boots and socks on the floor.

With that, I step into my bathtub and draw some hot water.

After relaxing for a few minutes, I scrub my body with Dial Soap and my hair with Tresseme`.

Afterward, I let the water drain out, then crack the valve, strike a match, and light my bathroom heater.

After I am completely dry, I shave until I have a baby face once again. I splash some Aqua Velva on my face then get dressed.

I clip my Leatherman Style PS to my front right belt loop, my Streamlight Jr. in my right side pocket, my SwissGear wallet and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left side pocket.

Finally, I grab my SwissGear backpack along with my keys, then exit my front door, locking and deadbolting it behind me.

While waiting for my church neighbors to arrive, I sit on the front steps of my house and put on my Wayfarer reading glasses, and read my Bible.

My next-door neighbor is picking up pecans in his yard. He keeps giving me dirty looks, to which I try to ignore him, then turn my Bible to the latter parts of Ephesians Chapter 6.

I start thinking about my girlfriend and then begin to read the Song of Solomon, with a smile from ear to ear.

My neighbor shouts at me, “What the hell are you so happy about?”

Calmly I reply, “I see something in the Bible that makes me think of my girlfriend.”

“You’re a total hypocrite, reading the Bible and going to church, but I saw you and your girlfriend go inside your house alone together and not come out for several hours. Y’all were making babies in there and my taxes are going to support them because you’re too lazy to work and she is too fat.”

I pull out my Motorola Smartphone, activate the camcorder feature, and say, “Just keep harassing me, I’m recording you and turning over everything you say to the police.”

“You’re just a punk. How dare you! I served my country. All you do is live off the government and screw your girlfriend while my taxes have to pay for you and her lifestyle. Those tax dollars could instead go to giving me better benefits than having to use the VA.”

“We both have significant mental illnesses that require expensive medications. And my girlfriend has sustained lots of trauma so it’s pretty low of you to comment about her weight.”

“What trauma did the snowflake sustain, did her parents spank her or something?” My neighbor sarcastically asks.

“No, it’s much worse than that, but it’s none of your business.”

“Well, she only wants you because she is fat and no one else would pay attention to her.”

“I think she is beautiful and that she also has a heart of gold. Furthermore, I am recording everything you say.”

“You don’t scare me. I have connections.”

“This is going on YouTube as well so everyone can see what a jerk you are!”

“You’re lucky I don’t come over there and beat your butt.”

“You’ll be assaulting a disabled individual, and that is a felony.”

The couple from church pulls up in their van and sees me arguing with my neighbor.

“What’s going on here?” The man asks.

“My neighbor is being a jerk, as usual.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The lady asks my neighbor.

“I don’t know why you’re even bringing him to church. Between Christmas and now he and his girlfriend were alone in his house several times. I don’t need to paint you a picture of what they were doing in there.”

“Then they need to be in church even more, as do you,” The lady tells him

“Don’t preach to me, woman, I served my country. All you do is social work or as I call it ‘socialist’ work. People like you are the reason why so many young people are so soft these days.”

“Hey. Don’t talk to my wife like that?”

My neighbor spits on the ground waving his rake, and says “Or what?!”

The man looks at me and asks, “Are you still recording?”

I nod.

“Well you’re intimidating government workers and we have a recording of it. You need to stop right now.”

“As I told your punk friend, I have connections.”

“So do we and they have a much more clout than your good ole boys.” The lady says.

“I suggest you quit, or you will be arrested and charged.” The man finally says.

“This isn’t over.” My neighbor shouts.

I keep recording him.

The man then says, “If you’re looking for trouble you will find more than you bargained for.”

My neighbor starts cussing at us and I get it all on video.

“We’re going to be late for church,” The lady says.

“Let’s go then,” Her husband says.

I grab my SwissGear backpack and enter the right rear passenger side of the van.

The man gets in on the front passenger side and the lady gets in on the driver’s side.

We then head to church.

“Please share that video to both of our phones through Bluetooth,” The lady says.

“Will do,” I reply.

I send it to both of them and I also back it up in several clouds.

“We are going to talk to some higher-ups in the police department as well as the D. A. He has been making too many people miserable for too long and it needs to stop now,” The man says.

“He’s such a pig. I don’t care whether he is a veteran or not, he has no right to mistreat you or anyone else.”

We arrive at church. My girlfriend is waiting for me at the entrance. She is wearing a red Courdoroy jumper that goes just below her knees, with a black and white checkered shirt underneath, some black knee-length socks, and clog shoes.

We share a hug and a kiss, then walk to the sanctuary together.

We sit next to each other in the pew, holding hands as the service begins to start.

We praise God together during the worship service, The first song is “Open the Eyes of my heart, Lord” and we both sing out loud with arms raised high. The second song is El Shadai and we close our eyes in contemplative worship. The final song is Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing and we sing along with joy.

Then the main pastor walks up on stage and begins preaching. His sermon entails how we must seek God not only when we need or want something from Him, but also seek Him when our needs and desires are fully met and everywhere in between.

My girlfriend rests her head on my chest until the main pastor gives us a stern look, then continues preaching.

Finally, there is an altar call and we both go down to pray, for ourselves and each other. We also recommit ourselves to Jesus Christ.

Afterward the main service, we go to Sunday School in the special needs class.

Our teacher asks if there are any prayer requests, to which I answer, I have some praise that God put me and this lovely young lady together and I just pray that he blesses our relationship.

“I’m in total agreement on that!” My girlfriend says as she holds my hand.

The young man from the other couple then says, “For my wife.”

The young woman from the other couple adds, “For my husband.”

Our teacher then leads us in prayer then we get started on the lesson.

Soon afterward, we get off the topic and the other couple starts talking about the flaws in the marriage.

The young man says that his wife listens to everyone but him.

The young woman says how he is thoughtful to everyone but her.

The teacher looks at my girlfriend and me and asks, “What do y’all think?”

“I have prayed that God would send me someone special for some time now. I intend to marry her in time and love her as Christ loves the church,” I tell our teacher.

My girlfriend then says, “I have had a hard time trusting a man let alone submitting to one until I met my boyfriend. He is so sweet to me and I honestly thought I would never meet like him. And just for the record, I also want to marry him and I wish I could right this moment.”

The young man then remarks, “Y’all just have that new relationship feeling, it will wear off in time,”

His wife gives him a pair of eyes then I say, “How dare you even speak that into existence.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those Christians?” He asks in an arrogant tone.

“What do you mean?”

“Speaking stuff into existence. We don’t talk about that Pentecostal garbage in this church.”

The young man’s wife elbows him.

“It’s in the Bible though,” I reply, then continue, “I only want to speak life and good things about me and my girlfriend’s relationship.”

My girlfriend holds my hands and puckers her lips at me.

We then rub our noses.

“That’s inappropriate for church,” The young man says.

“Leave them alone, they are a cute couple. We could learn something from them.”

“When they have been married as long as we have, then I will listen.”

“Sometimes I don’t know why I married you.”

“I married you because I am committed to you and I made that commitment before God. Maybe I could be more affectionate if you listened to me.”

“Maybe I would listen if you were more kind like you are to everyone else.”

“Y’all are already headed towards the relationship death spiral. It happened with me and my ex-wife.” I tell them.

“Oh, looks whose speaking things into existence now. You’re a hypocrite and an adulterer as well.”

“You don’t know me or my past. I think you’re miserable and you want everyone else to be. And that fact that my girlfriend and I make each other happy fills you with envy.”

“All right, settle down.” Our teacher says with authority.

“Sorry sir, I was already on edge because my neighbor is making more trouble with me.”

“That man is scary and he is such a jerk,” My girlfriend adds.

“Well the couple that invited me to church is turning him in and we have video evidence of his bad behavior.”

“Good. I didn’t want to upset you, but I was so afraid when he gave us the death stare the first time you brought me to your house.”

The young man then says, “You need to confront him over his bad behavior,”

“No. He’s a veteran and he likely has guns. I don’t want my man hurt.” My girlfriend then looks at me and says, “Promise me you will avoid him at all costs, I prayed for a future spouse for a long time and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry baby, I will let the authorities handle it. I promise you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

We then share another very brief kiss.

The bell then rings and we are dismissed.

“After you get home and rest a little while, come to my place and have dinner with me and my roommates.”

“Will do baby.”

With that, we hold hands until we are at the exit.

We share a long passionate kiss and then those three little words, then she gets in the car with her roommates and I get in the van with the couple who invited me to church…

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The Day after Christmas-Second Chances

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THURSDAY DECEMBER 26, 2019

I wake up to a text message alert on my phone.

It’s the day after Christmas.

I rub my eyes and read look at my phone.

There are two messages, one from my mom and one from my dad.

The first one is from my dad and reads, “Check your bank account.” It was from much earlier this morning, 9:15 to be exact.

The second one is from my mom and reads, “We all deposited some Christmas and Birthday money in your account, use it wisely.”

I look at my watch. It is 10:28 AM.

So I reply to my parents in the group text, “Thank you both, and I will tell my siblings thank you as well and that I appreciate it. I am just waking up.”

I then realize that I need to send my girlfriend a good morning text.

So I begin writing, “Good morning my beautiful lady! I hope you slept well. I wish I was there to wake up to your lovely face. Hopefully, we will be in touch throughout the day and even more, hopefully, we will be able to see each other. Until then, just know that I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Seconds later I get a reply, “Good morning to you too, my sexy man. I love you too! And yes, you can come to see me, in fact, you better come see me! Until then, this is me kissing you.”

My heart skips a beat as I read her message.

I take it all in for a moment, then I check my banking app on my phone.

A $300 electronic check was wired to my bank account and has cleared.

I know what I will do: take my girlfriend shopping with me.

With that, I text her, “When can I come to see you today?”

“Give me a half hour,” She replies almost instantly.

“Good I will get ready as well.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I was given money from my family for Christmas and my birthday and I want to take you shopping.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. Now I really can’t wait!”

“She sends another text message, “I’ll wear something cute and I think you will like it!”

“Surprise me, honey.”

“I will, now let’s both get ready. I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Hurriedly, I take a bath, and thoroughly scrub my body and hair.

Then I crack open the valve on my bathroom heater, strike a long match, and light it. I dry off as I shave and put on some deodorant. Even though these types of heaters are now frowned upon, they work very well. After I am finished grooming myself, I extinguish my bathroom heater, then walk to my master bedroom and raise the thermostat until the floor furnace in the middle of my house ignites. I get dressed, donning a Navy Blue work shirt with a white tee shirt underneath, some black pants, and some grey work boots. I take my Streamlight Jr. flashlight from my backpack and place it into my right front pants pocket, my SwissGear wallet in my left back pants pocket and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left front pants pocket. I compare the time of my last text with the current time and realize that I should get going to arrive at my girlfriend’s place on time.

So I grab my keys and coat and step out the door locking and deadbolting it behind me.

I then walk across my porch, down the steps, and cut through my front yard, exiting the gate of my hurricane fence.

The weather is sunny and clear but very cold as I start heading east on the sidewalk.

In time, I arrive at my girlfriend’s place and knock on the door.

She greets me with a strong hug and powerful kiss, dressed in a cream-colored fleece sweater that hugs all of her sexy features, an evergreen colored skirt that is long enough to be modest but still short enough to drive me wild, long white socks that accentuate her pretty legs and black buckle shoes.

“You look so cute!” I tell her.

“Thank you! You’re quite handsome yourself, you know!”

We embrace once again and are soon entrenched in a volley of kisses towards each other.

Our glasses begin to fog up as we simultaneously say those three little words to each other.

We start walking off the front porch, down the steps, through the front yard, and out of the gate to the hurricane fence.

“What would you like me to buy you?” I ask her.

“There is a thrift store a few blocks away where you can get me all kinds of clothes.”

“Okay. Anything else.”

“If you have enough, I’ve been wanting a handheld gaming console that is sold at Walgreens.”

“Would you like to eat anywhere?”

“I would like a shrimp Po’Boy and it doesn’t matter from where.”

“Done.”

“You really mean it?”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me.”

“Good because you make me happy.”

“The thrift store only takes cash, but they are cheap enough to buy a whole wardrobe. However, if I have some money left over, I want to buy some pretty panties. But I won’t let you see me in them until our wedding night.”

In honored amazement, I ask her, “You still see that kind of a future with me?”

“Of course! No one else has ever been so sweet and sexy” She pauses and then asks, “You see that future with me too, right.”

I hug her warmly and kiss the top of her head as I say, “Yes. I am tremendously honored that you chose me because you have a pure heart not to mention you are a perfect solid ten in my book.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait until our wedding night for you to see me in those pretty panties.” She pauses, then whispers to me as she smacks my rear end, “I also want you to pull them down and be intimate with me!”

“Oh, honey, you don’t know the urges you are bringing alive in me. If only it wasn’t such a sin, I would do that and so much more for you!” I paused then continue, “I would be exceedingly honored to marry you though!”

“I love you, my sexy man!”

“I love you too, my beautiful lady.”

We are now in front of Walgreens as I say, “Let’s get your game console.”

“Lead the way, Mister.”

We walk down the toys section and select the handheld gaming console of her choice asking, “Is this one okay.”

I nod, then kiss her.

She grabs me and kisses me several more times.

We walk to the cashier and check out.

I pay with my debit card and get $40 cash back, then hand the two bills to her, saying “$20 for you to buy some clothes at the thrift store and another $20 for you to buy those pretty panties when you can.”

We share one more hug and kiss, then walk out of the store.

In the crisp sunny cold, we walk to the thrift store and she tells me, “I want you to help me pick out my clothes, so I can look cute for you.”

I kiss her and say, “Baby, you have one of those rare bodies that no matter what you wear, still looks very good on you.”

“Still I want to drive you wild!”

“Well, even though our church is not UPCI, I still think you would look sexy in some skirts.”

She giggles then says, “Agreed!”

“And maybe some cute shorts for when it gets warmer.”

“You just want to see my butt, don’t you.”

I blush, then nod.

She continues, “It’s okay because you make me feel beautiful.”

“I love you, my lady,” I say as I kiss her.

“I love you too, my man!”

We begin to pick some clothes out.

She grabs several skirts, some made of cotton, some made of denim, and some made of a blend of fabrics. She then grabs some workout shorts and rubs them on my face. Finally, she grabs some shirts of many colors both long and short-sleeved.

We then check out.

Afterward, we start walking with the two large bags.

“I can’t wait to see you in all those new outfits.”

“Well, I can try them on when we get back.”

“You really will.”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go back to your place and set all of this down.”

“Good idea.”

With that, we walk back to her roommate’s house.

I sit on her futon while she goes into the bathroom with her new clothes.

Her roommates are at work, so for about an hour she poses in her new outfits for me.

I am overcome with love and lust for her.

She comes out trying on one last skirt. It is a knee-length black cotton skirt with rose designs on it. She pairs it with a yellow tee shirt.

I stare at her with admiration, then we embrace.

I rub her love handles, then her lower back, then her rear end to which she giggles uncontrollably.

I then playfully lift her skirt catching a glimpse of her cherry red panty.

She grabs me with passion, then says, “You’ve been very naughty, so now I need to punish you.”

“Oh, baby, whatever you have in mind.”

“Lay on the futon, face up, if you dare.”

I do so at once.

She then prances towards me with her body jiggling and her skirt swishing.

She looks down at me, waves then blows me a kiss.

Giggling, she then says, “Now for your punishment.”

She turns her back to me and says, “Since you wanted to see my panty, it will be the only thing you see for a while.”

My girlfriend flips her skirt, then slowly lowers her rear end onto my face and sits.

I take in all of her sexy sights, smells, and sensations as I put my arms around her waist and hold her in place.

She giggles and even snorts a little with laughter until she becomes slightly distressed.

“Okay, I have to get up, like right now!” She says.

So, I remove my arms from her waist and she slowly lifts herself off of me.

Suddenly, my face, still under her skirt, is met with great warmth and a pungent odor.

My girlfriend then stands up completely, apologizing over and over and sobbing.

I give her a loving hug and I kiss her as she buries her face in my chest.

Still sobbing she says, “I know I was supposed to be punishing you for lifting my skirt, but I didn’t mean to pass gas in your face. I’m so sorry I did that to you and I understand if you don’t want me anymore.”

I pelt her beautiful face with kisses and say, “Actually it was kind of cute.”

She hugs me tightly and asks, “Are you mad at all?”

“No baby. Please don’t think I am weird, but to be honest, I liked it.”

A smile returns to her tear-soaked face.

“Do you mean that or are you just trying to make me feel better.”

“I mean it. If I had a ring on my person right now, I would propose to you.”

“I love you. And just so you know, I would say yes!”

“I love you too!”

“When I was younger and in school and even church, people would always make rude comments about me passing gas and it was so embarrassing.”

“Well, you don’t have to be embarrassed by it with me. For whatever reason, I like it. I cannot explain why but I just do.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me because I was always afraid that I would find a wonderful man but he would be turned off by my gas problem.”

“Well, I think you’re the sexiest girl that I ever met.”

“And you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

“I wish we were married right now!”

“I know, I want to be intimate with you more than ever, but I know God would punish us because we are not yet married.”

“Why don’t we go get some Po’Boys? That way we won’t be alone in this house!”

“Lead the way, my man!”

We walk down the street and around the corner then come upon a neighborhood deli.

I open the door for her and a buzzer goes off.

She steps in and I follow her.

“What would you like, my baby?” I ask her.

“A fried shrimp Po’Boy.” She replies, then asks, “What are you going to get?”

“Since I had a New Orleans Hot Pattie Po’Boy yesterday, I will eat a Roast Beef Po’Boy today.”

“Awesome.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“A Coke with Lemon Slice. What about you?”

“A Barq’s Root Beer.”

“Woof woof!” She says giggling.

“You are so gosh durn cute! Could I also get us some fried onion rings?”

She whispers, “Those make me extremely gassy, but now I know that you like it, you’ll get the worst or best of it!”

“Oh honey, you are so sexy! At least you will keep me warm!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too, and I thank God for you!

My girlfriend then sits down and I place our order and pay.

In time we are handed our food, we say grace, and eat.

We take bites off of each others’ Po’Boys and I hand-feed her the onion rings which she happily eats with a devious smile.

After we finish eating, we walk back to her room mates’ house.

She sits on her futon and cradles my head in her lap, then asks, “Are you going to get anything for yourself?”

“There’s a Casio G-Shock wristwatch on eBay that I have been wanting, but I wanted to spoil you first.

“Then, by all means, get it!”

So I pull out my Motorola e5 Play, log in to my eBay app and place the order.

“All done,” I say as I look up at her beautiful face.

She giggles, then say, “Now, I have something for you!”

Without anything further, she pulls the blanket over my head while I am still cradled in her lap and passes gas.

I breathe it all in. Normally this would be disgusting but for whatever reason, I thoroughly enjoy when she does it.”

I kiss her soft belly and say, “Thank you. I hope there is more.”

“There’s plenty more baby.”

“You’re so sexy.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too!”

We go over story ideas for us to write together as she gives me Dutch Ovens for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

Finally, we have to take our medicine, so we kiss each other good night on the front porch and I walk home as a breeze is picking up.

I enter my gate and cut through my front yard, up my steps, and across my porch where I unlock my door, then take my medicine with a cup of pudding.

Afterward, my girlfriend and I talk on the phone until we are very sleepy and I give her the good night tidings then we exchange those three little words…

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