Everette Mullen’s new Beginning-Blogger in a new City

The train made its stop in Lake Morgan’s passenger terminal, which was just on the outskirts of downtown. Everette Mullen stepped off along with his EDC backpack and rolling suitcase. He was a twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six-year-old divorced blogger living on a disability pension.

While going through the divorce, Everette feverishly repaired his credit and by the time it was finalized, his score was just good enough to buy a first-time house.

He found an affordable, yet well-built shotgun house in the working poor section on Lake Morgan’s southeastern side.

From the passenger terminal, he headed downtown on foot to the only skyscraper in the city.

This skyscraper housed the offices of his banker Barrett Middleton and his real estate agent, Chloe Marina, both of whom attended high school with him several towns to the east of Lake Morgan.

Everette was on his way there to conclude the terms of his new home purchase.

He took the elevator to the tenth of twelve stories where Chloe Marina’s office was located.

Anxiously, he waited for the elevator to stop, and finally, it arrived.

Everette stepped out and read the directory on the wall and located her office. Her office faced the eastern side of the city.

He knocked on the door and she told him to come in.

Chloe was wearing a white blouse, a grey skirt that went shortly above her knees, and brown leather high-heeled shoes. She was bespectacled with Wayfarer glasses.

“Long time no see, Everette,” Chloe said as she hugged him.

“Yes, it’s been too long,” Everette replied.

“I’m so glad that I can sell you a home, if there was anyone more deserving than you, I don’t know of him or her.”

“Thank you, I had some rough patches, but now life is looking up for me,”

“You were always so nice in high school, how did you wind up with that horrible ex-wife of yours?”

“Maybe because I was too nice to acknowledge the red flags she so blatantly flew.”

“Someone good will come along for you, though, just be patient.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome and just know, whoever she is, you will make her very happy!”

“You always had a way of making me feel better.”

“I try.” Chloe paused, then continued, “Now I think everything is in order and I can finalize your sale, let me just check with your banker.”

“Sure, do whatever you need.”

Chloe picked up her desk telephone and was connected instantly to Barrett Middleton.

They exchanged a few words, then Chloe hung up with a smile, looked up at Everette, and said, “It’s yours. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you so much, you are such a God send!”

“Be sure to go and thank Barrett as well, he secured this great deal for you.”

“I sure will.”

Everette heard a loud thunderous roar and noticed that Chloe’s window had become dark.

“What is going on?” He asked.

“There is some severe weather due here. I thought you of all people would have been aware of something like that.”

“Yes, I used to always monitor the weather scrupulously, but I forgot to and didn’t want to miss this appointment. Furthermore, I lost all of my weather radios among other valuables when my then-wife-now-ex-wife got us evicted, all I was able to keep was what’s in these two bags.”

“Where did you stay in the meantime?”

“With an older friend. He drove me to the train terminal and I took the Sunshine Express here.”

The roaring became stronger.

Everette looked out the window and saw several locomotives and freight cars derailed in the marshaling yard located on Lake Morgan’s industrialized northeast side. A minor tornado had wreaked havoc through the yard and was now headed south into the swamps.

Everette marveled, stuck in time and space.

“You are indeed fascinated by the weather, aren’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Yes. That and trains.” Everette replied.

“I kind of remember you mentioning things about trains a time or two.”

“I had loved them as a young child, but then outgrew them. However around our sophomore year, the interest came back, but then I had a mental breakdown, wound up on disability and it’s just recently that I have been able to dedicate time to my train hobby.”

“Well, you will be happy to know that your house is but a few feet from the mainline.”

“Wow! Thank you!”

“You’re so welcome. Here are your keys.” Chloe handed them to Everette then they embraced once more and he left her office.

Everette then walked to Barrett Middleton’s office and knocked on the door.

His receptionist asked for his name.

Everette provided it.

She picked up the phone and said, “Everette Mullen wants to see you. What should I tell him?” She paused then said, “Okay, I will let him know.” Then she hung up and said, “You can come in.”

Everette walked into Barrett Middleton’s office, which had a corner space occupying the southwest side of the tenth story.

“What’s up, Mullen?”

“I just wanted to thank you for pulling those strings to secure me a great mortgage deal.”

“Sure thing man. You always made us laugh in high school and I found out that you had fallen on hard times when I saw your blog, so, I knew I should help you.”

“You actually read my blog?”

“I sure do. A lot of us from our old school do.”

“Thanks, man. I am honored that you read it.”

“Well, I remember how you used to tell us stories in PE class whenever we weren’t able to do anything, so when I realized that your blog was even better than the stories you made up, I was hooked. All I can say is never stop writing, you truly have a gift.”

Everette looked out the windows to see the sunset peaking through the storm clouds. He also noticed the port situated on Lake Morgan, all the yachts docked in the slips, and the branch line diverging from the main to serve the port.

“You have an amazing view. If I was you I would set up a scanner in this office and have it tune in the Marine Channels.

“I just might do that. Any models you would recommend?”

“Since it’s VHF and FM, just about any scanner in good condition will do. To be honest, some of the older ones outperform the modern ones. Just be sure to turn it off if a lady walks in your office because some of those marine workers have potty mouths.”

“I know man. Remember how we used to drive around and mess with the bridge tenders over the radio?”

“Yes, those were the days. Although things are looking up once again.”

“What did you think of those tornadoes a few minutes ago?”

“They were something else. I think Chloe Marina’s presence calmed me like the Hand of the Lord. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yes. She’s awesome. Always was.” Barrett paused, then continued, “Well, I have to get home to the wife and kids, but I am so glad you came to see me. If you need anything else, let me know.”

“I could use a ride to my new house since I am on foot.”

“Sure man. We can cut up like we used to do. It would be a brief break from married life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and children, but I miss being able to get rowdy.”

“I can’t wait.”

“well let’s go. I can also show you around, Lake Morgan. It’s good to have another transplant here from high school.”

Barrett stood up, grabbed his briefcase and sport coat, then walked Everette out of his office and instructed his receptionist to lock up.

Subsequently, they walked to the parking garage and they entered Barrett’s brand new midnight black Chevy Silverado.

Barrett drove Everette around Lake Morgan showing him, first downtown, then the northeast industrialized side, then the lake port, and finally the southeast side. Barrett then parked in front of Everette’s new house.

Everette grabbed his bags and keys, then walked onto his front porch and opened the front door, locking it behind him. He turned the ceiling fan on and laid down on his empty living room floor.

Soon afterward, he took his medication and fell asleep.

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How Everette Mullen met Hailee Bainbridge-Blogger in a new City

On a sunny and crisp Autumn Thursday morning, Everette Mullen was walking through Downtown Lake Morgan, on a mission to shop for items he needed for his newly purchased home.

One of his new neighbors had dropped him off at the edge of their neighborhood and he walked the next few blocks until he was coming upon Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares. He recognized the design of the building that it was a former Family Dollar.

Just as Everette was about to cross the tracks and enter the store freight train came moving through.

The crossing lights flashed, and the crossing bells tolled then the engineer sounded her train’s whistle. The conductor waved his signal lantern as Everette watched them pass. The train was a local freight job that had originated out of the yard on the industrialized northeast side of Lake Morgan. The crew was a young husband and younger wife team that had worked this train for a few years after the two men on the former crew had retired a few months ago. They were headed west to exchange some freight cars and return to the yard that evening.

Everette noticed the excessive amount of graffiti that seemed to have a presence on just about every freight car. Some of it was disgusting to him, some of it somehow provoked deep thought and even some more of it brought out laughter.

Finally, the train cleared the crossing and continued westbound. Cautiously, Everette crossed the tracks then the city’s main street, and entered the store.

A buzzer sounded and Everette began to browse around.

He saw some custom-made, limited edition replica models of vintage stereo systems and began to study them in detail until he heard the voice of a young lady.

“Hi,” She said sheepishly.

Everette turned around and saw a pleasantly plump young lady sitting on the floor with an Android tablet in her hands. She was dressed in a knee-length red plaid skirt with a creme colored blouse. Her skin was quite pale and dotted with freckles. Her eyes were crystal blue, enhanced by her wire-rimmed glasses. Her hair was Auburn and flowed down to her shoulder blades. She was wearing grey crew socks and light blue tennis shoes.

Everette smiled brightly and replied, “Hello,” As he looked upon the young lady with great admiration.

She then awkwardly stood up and as she did so, Everette caught a brief view of her creamy white thighs and hot pink modesty shorts.

He blushed at the sight of it but was also powerfully attracted to her.

The young lady smiled from ear to ear and giggled uncontrollably until she was completely standing up.

She then walked up to Everette, choked a little on her words but then managed to say, “I read your blog faithfully and I love your work. I cannot believe you are shopping in my mom’s store.”

Sweetly Everette hugged her and said, “Thank you. I am honored that you read my blog. Actually, I have never come across one of my readers in public before, most of them are far away from me. How did you find my blog?”

The young lady replied, blushing, “I had been reading your work since I was eleven going on twelve and you were like sixteen. I came across it by accident while having a sleepover and using a friend’s family computer. Those were the days. I was so excited when you launched your current blog and I check it every day for new posts.”

“Wow! I am amazed and humbled at the same time. Can I have your name?”

“Of course; it’s Hailee Bainbridge.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Aw, thanks,” Hailee paused and then continued, “Do you believe at all in fate?”

“Sometimes,” Everette replied.

“Well, I believe there is a reason that you walked into my mom’s store today and it is more than just to buy whatever you are going to buy. I’ll say that I have crushed on you for a long time, it’s just I didn’t want to mess with a married man. However, when you publicly announced that you were divorced, I felt excited and thought that you could somehow be mine one day. And when I found out that you were moving to Lake Morgan, I prayed continuously that we would somehow cross paths.”

Everette smiled warmly and then tightly embraced Hailee after she spoke those words to him.

As he hugged her she continued, “I hope you’re not weirded out or anything by me telling you all this.”

Everette looked Hailee in the eyes and said, “Not at all. If anything I’m very touched. I tried talking to other young ladies, but most of them won’t even acknowledge me. You obviously have a very good heart not to mention in my eyes you’re a perfect solid ten!”

“I know when I first started reading your work it would have been illegal for us to see each other but now I am twenty-one and I know you are twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six and I hope I’m not too young for you anymore.”

“Not at all. My ex-wife is the same age as me and that relationship was a train wreck. Anyway, I think an age difference brings some understanding to a relationship, so you are perfect for me!”

“Then you will be my boyfriend?”

“As sure as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west!”

Hailee covered her mouth, then strongly hugged Everette for the third time.

Subsequently, they exchanged phone numbers and residential addresses.

She then planted a kiss on his mouth and said, “Sorry if that was too much.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Your kiss is lovely!” Everette replied as he played with her hair, “Just for the record, I want many more kisses from you!”

Hailee beamed then buried her face in Everette’s chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Donna Bainbridge, the owner, and Hailee’s mother interrupted their embrace and said, “Young man, what are you doing with my daughter?”

Everette had a deer in headlights look on his face.

Hailee interjected, “Mom, remember the blogger that I like to read so much and I had a crush on him for years? This is him, right here in your store.”

Everette collected himself and said, “I do apologize, but I have never met anyone else who has followed my online work for so long. Furthermore, I think Hailee is the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen and I think she has a really good heart.”

“Why did you come into my store?”

“I just moved to Lake Morgan and I need some supplies to stock my new house. I was looking at your stereo systems when Hailee greeted me.”

“Where are you staying on Lake Morgan?”

Everette stated his address.

Donna replied, “If you’re a blogger, why are you living on the southeast side? That is the poor section of the city.”

“My main source of income is a disability pension. I don’t make any money from my blog. I have been writing for almost ten years and yet never earned a single red cent for it.”

“Momma, if you would read his work, you would see that he is a good man,” Hailee added in.

“If you’re the same blogger I think you are, aren’t you married?”

“I was. To an abusive and unfaithful woman. She got us evicted from the place we were staying, with all of her temper tantrums, so I divorced her and while waiting on the courts, I repaired my credit. After everything was final, I bought a house in Lake Morgan. And here I am.”

“I see.”

“I know I have a past, but I think Hailee is beautiful and sweet and I promise to treat her right. And not only that but also to honor her and cherish her.”

“I have a past too, momma, because of what my gym teacher did to me.”

“He’s probably had a lot of girls, though,” Donna remarked, “After all, he is a writer.”

“I assure you, just my ex-wife.”

“And I’ve only been with one, though it wasn’t my choice, so our pasts are almost equivalent. Besides, I have wanted him for about ten years, so don’t ruin this for me, momma,” Hailee pleaded.

“All right, for now, y’all have my blessing. Y’all just make sure to be committed to each other and only each other.”

“Thank you,” Everette replied.

“Yes, thank you momma!” Hailee added in.

Donna then looked at Everette and said, “If you ever mistreat her, I know people who will make your life a living hell.”

“Trust me, I have no intention to mistreat Hailee.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Now, I do have a large purchase to make, so hopefully you can assist me.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, first of all, I would like one of those replica stereo systems. They remind me of my early teenage years.”

“Excellent choice,” Donna said as she added it to her handheld computer.

“Anything else?”

“Yes, I was wondering if you had any bathroom accessories that were seafoam green in color?”

“What do you mean by bathroom accessories?”

“Soap dish, toothbrush holder, rugs, towels.”

“Why seafoam green?”

“I like a nautical theme and it also reminds me of my childhood bathroom.”

Donna added more items to her handheld computer, then asked, “Anything else?”

“Yes. I would like two weather radios, one for my kitchen table and one for next to my bed. After seeing that tornado in the railroad yard the other day, I feel the need to be prepared how I once was before I lost many possession during the eviction. If you have any portable models, that would be great too.”

“How about a Midland WR120 for your bedside, a Midland WR400 for your kitchen, and a Midland HH50B for traveling?”

“Yes, a fellow blogger recommended the one for my bedroom and traveling and since he says Midland is a good brand, I’ll get the other one for my kitchen.”

“I was suggesting the WR400 for your kitchen because it also gets AM and FM, so you can listen to news talk or music while cooking and eating.”

“Great minds think alike, Miss Donna!”

“Anything else?

“Yes. I need an aerial antenna for my television set and an amplifier if you have one.”

“I will have to special order those, but I can have them in by tomorrow evening.”

“Is there any way you can have the rest of my items delivered to my home? I am on foot.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Now, does your store offer any financing?”

“We do. I will need to see your government ID.”

“Right here,” Everette said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his ID to her.

Donna entered the information on her handheld computer and then was shocked to see Everette with a credit score of 724.

“I must admit I was wrong about you, Everette. You are approved and because of your score you get a much better interest rate.”

“Thank you, Miss Donna. And I will say now that my intentions with Hailee are 100% pure. To me, she is wife material.”

“She indeed is, so treat her as such.”

“Believe me I will.”

“Now I will get your order ready and most of your items should be delivered later today.”

“Awesome. Would it be all right if I took Hailee to get some lunch?”

“Sure. There is a really nice sandwich shop next door if y’all want to go there.”

“Yes ma’am, we will!”

“Y’all be good.”

Holding hands, Hailee and Everette walked out of Donna’s Discount Electronics and then, began walking to the sandwich shop.

As they were holding on to each other while walking on the sidewalk, two middle-aged working-class men approached Everette and knocked him down. They then kicked him as Hailee protested, begging them to leave him alone.

One of the men shouted at Everette, “We don’t want you in our city, because of that filthy, seditious material that you write on that blog of yours.”

The other one told Hailee, “Shut the hell up, little girl. Why are you even wasting your time with him?”

“Because I have been in love with him for almost ten years!” Hailee said with tears in her eyes.

“You need a real man, not this subversive piece of trash,” The second man said as he lifted Hailee’s skirt.

Hailee then saw red, having a flashback from what her male gym teacher did to her many years ago. She smacked both of them as hard as she could across their faces, leaving bold marks on them. She then spit on both of them, repetitively, until they fled the scene, leaving Everette severely bruised and slightly bleeding.

Hailee then cradled Everette in her lap and wiped his glasses with the hem of her skirt as she called for an ambulance.

After she hung up, Everette looked up at her and spoke, “I heard what you said about being in love with me for the past ten years. Just know, that even though I just met you today, I am in love with you as well.”

Hailee kissed Everette and said, “Let’s get you some medical attention. May I ride with you to the hospital?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart!”

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Character Guide-a.D. MMIV

This story begins on August 3, 2004 and spans to around 2009, concluding with the wedding of my two characters.

Eliezer James “Eli” Mouton-born 1987-Main character a schizophrenic turned high school dropout of whom this story series revolves.

Hannah Danielle “Hannah D” Bienville-born 1991-Other main character-moderately autistic but good hearted, love interest of Eli.

Beatrice Raliegh “Bea” Bienville-born 1962-Hannah D’s mother, assistant manager at a local Chick-Fil-A.

Walter Rayburn “Wally” Bienville-born 1964-Hannah D’s dad, Bea’s ex husband, employed as a foreman for a local warehouse.

Wilson “Pappy Wilson” Mouton-born 1922-Eli’s grandpa, retired factory worker.

Darla Elizabeth “MeeMaw Darla” Saville Mouton-born 1923-Eli’s grandma, homemaker and retired book keeper.

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Eli gets a Job-a.D. MMIV

After Hannah’s dad, Wally, left to go home, Beatrice told Eli, “After hearing you talk with my ex-husband, I know you have much more potential than everyone else thinks. However, I know that you need your medical coverage to pay for that medication. What would you say if I could get you a part-time job? That way, your social security checks can get bigger over time and you will eventually qualify for Medicare, which means better healthcare for you.”

“What do you have in mind, Miss Bea?”

“I could have you clean and maintain the ice cream machine at my job for $10 each shift, which would be about $10 for forty-five minutes. You would be on the payroll. That would be $40-60 a week before taxes are taken out.”

“That would be really neat. I always loved Chick-Fil-A ice cream. Back when my family was not so dysfunctional, we would get ice cream from there all the time. To me, it was so much better than the store-bought ice cream.”

“I just have to talk to the district manager but once that is done, you will be totally in charge of the ice cream machine.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Bea!”

“Just dress nicely and try to get along with everyone else.”

“Yes ma’am. What should I wear exactly?”

“Some sturdy pants and boots and a plain tee shirt, nothing offensive. And make sure your hair is neat and your face clean shaven.”

“But Eli would look so hot with some facial hair, mom,” Hannah protested.

“But my bosses want their employees to look neat and professional, Hannah,” Beatrice replied.

“My grandparents bought me some black work pants and heavy-duty boots for my birthday and I can buy some white tee shirts next time I go shopping. I’ll shave and apply my Aqua Velva before each shift.” Eli paused, then asked, “What will my schedule be like?”

“You will report to work during the last forty-five minutes of each shift I work.”

“And what exactly will be my duties?”

“Keeping an inventory of the ice cream mixture to make sure we never run out, pouring the ice cream mixture into the machine, running the cleaning cycles, and washing all removable parts. You will also be the one to call in a technician whenever the machine is not working properly, following my approval, of course.”

“I would be honored to do all of this and I thank you for getting me this job!”

“You’re a welcome young man. Just faithfully carry out your duties and treat my daughter right.”

“Of course, I will.”

Eli looked at the clock on his phone and realized it was almost Eight O’Clock PM.”

He then told Beatrice and Hannah, “I have to get home tonight and take my medicine, so I will call my Pappy to come to meet and pick me up. He shouldn’t be driving at night but this one time won’t hurt I would like for y’all to meet him.”

“Okay, call him up,” Beatrice said.

“I’m going to miss you, baby!” Hannah added in as she held on to Eli.

Eli called his grandparents’ landline phone, to which his grandmother answered, “H-yelllohh?!”

“MeeMaw, it’s me. I need Pappy to come to get me. I met a young lady in the mall today and we later went to her house. I would like for y’all to meet her and her mother.”

“Okay, Eli, we’re almost finished with supper, then we’re coming.”

“Thank you.”

“Is there anything else?”

“My girlfriend’s mother is getting me a part-time job.”

“Doing what?”

“Cleaning and maintaining the ice cream machine at the Chick-Fil-A where she works.”

“Oh, praise God! I know you have a mental problem and deserve help from the government, but that doesn’t mean you should be cooped up in my house waiting to collect a six hundred dollar check.”

“I’ll be getting $40-60 a week before taxes are taken out. Every shift my girlfriend’s mom works, I’ll also work the last forty-five minutes of that shift, doing what needs to be done for the ice cream machine. My girlfriend’s mom is also getting me a bus pass so I can go see them and go to work.”

“Sounds like you found a nice girl with a good family!”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Now give me the address of their house and we will come to pick you up in a few minutes.”

“Okay, y’all be careful.”

Eli then gave his grandmother the address to his girlfriend’s mother’s house.

He then sat with Hannah on the sofa as they fired sweet but innocent kisses on each other’s faces.

Eli then held Hannah around her waist as she rested the back of her head on his chest.

Just as he began to play with Hannah’s hair, the doorbell rang.

Beatrice opened the door to Eli’s grandparents.

“Is Eli here? Do we have the right address?” Eli’s grandmother asked.

“Yes. Come on in.”

Eli’s grandpa then said, “I’m Wilson Mouton.”

“And I’m Darla Mouton.” His grandmother added in.

“I am Beatrice Bienville. Can I get y’all anything?” Beatrice replied.

“No ma’am we just had supper.”

They all walked to the living room where they saw Eli and Hannah sitting on the sofa holding hands.

Eli stood up and said, “MeeMaw, Pappy, this is my girlfriend Hannah Bienville.”

Hannah smiled and blushed at both of Eli’s grandparents.

“She’s a very pretty girl!” Pappy Wilson commented, then continued, “You have good taste.”

“How did y’all meet?” MeeMaw Darla asked.

Hannah then said, “I was shopping for some video game stuff and I saw Eli walking out of Radio Shack with his new scanner tuning in the mall security guards. He had the most mischievous look on his face while doing so and I thought he was so handsome, so we smiled at each other then I motioned for him to come over and talk to me.”

“And when I saw her smiling at me, I thought she was the cutest girl I had ever seen and once we started talking to her, I realized that she is very sweet, so when she asked for me to be her boyfriend, I was very honored. We then spent the rest of the day together.”

“I hope y’all didn’t ride in any vehicles when the storms were moving through today.” MeeMaw Darla said

“No ma’am, we were at the mall the whole time. The power was even knocked out but Eli had a flashlight on him and walked me through the dark mall to my mom’s job.”

“Eh! Didn’t I always tell you that it is very smart to carry a flashlight?!”

“You sure did, Pappy. And I always do carry one.”

“I think it is really cute how Eli is always prepared,” Hannah said as she giggled.

“Yes. He is a lot smarter than most would believe.” MeeMaw Darla commented.

“Well, that is why I want to give him a chance and have him do ice cream machine duty at my job,” Beatrice added in.

“We definitely appreciate you doing this for him,” Pappy Wilson said.

“Of course. I know that he and my daughter just met, but I see how happy he makes her and they are both special needs, so I think that they are the perfect couple!”

It was now almost dusk and Pappy Wilson said, “Well I hate to cut this short, but we need to be home before total darkness, but I am glad Eli met Hannah, and hopefully in the future, MeeMaw Darla and I can dance at y’all wedding!”

Hannah beamed and giggled with happiness.

Eli then gave her a reverent hug and a sweet good night kiss.

“Call me when you get home and when you are also about to go to bed.”

“Will do baby.”

They shared one more peck on the lips then Eli, along with his grandparents stepped inside their Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight and headed home.

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How Eli met Hannah-a.D. MMIV

Tuesday August 3, 2004:

Eliezer Mouton was walking out of Radio Shack with his scanner radio, a Uniden BC72XLT on full blast. His SSI check was deposited a few days ago and after saving some of it, he used the rest to purchase that said scanner as he had wanted one for a while.

He had a huge smirk on his face, given the fact that he could tune in to the mall security.

Hannah Bienville was also shopping at the mall today as it was recently her birthday and she had some cash left over. She noticed Eliezer listening to the security guards with a mischievous smirk on his face. She was very much attracted to Eliezer so she smiled and waved at him.

He smiled back.

They stared at each other for a moment with smiles increasing and some blushing.

Hannah then motioned for Eliezer to come to her which he did.

They then went to sit on the bench in front of Kay Jewelers and Dillard’s.

“You’re so cute and handsome! What’s your name?” Hannah asked.

“Eliezer Mouton, but I liked to be called Eli.”

“That’s neat. My name is Hannah Bienville, but my dad gave me the nickname, ‘Hannah D.'”

“You could totally be a radio DJ, with a nickname like that.”

Hannah giggled and smiled from ear to ear.

Eli then continued, “Wouldn’t it be so cool to have a radio station that plays video game music?”

Hannah’s eyes lit up, as she said, “Whenever the war in Iraq is won the station could play the ending credits to Star Fox 64!”

“I think that is a pointless and illegal war but maybe there could be a news service that covers all the dirty things the government does and play the music from the Surface 2 level on Goldeneye!”

Hannah giggled heartily, then said, “You’re very sexy!” She then covered her mouth, blushed, and apologized.

Eli hugged her and then replied, “Well I think you are beautiful!”

Hannah’s blue eyes lit up even more and she smiled from ear to ear.

She then said, “You don’t know it yet, but we match.”

Eli was puzzled and asked, “What do you mean”

Hannah replied, “I will show you only if you promise to be my boyfriend.”

“I would be honored to be your boyfriend!” Eli said as he held Hannah’s hand and softly kissed it.

“Okay, here we go!” Hannah said as she slightly lifted her blue denim skirt and showed him her modesty shorts.

Both blushed boldly once again and Hannah giggled uncontrollably, as she said “Your yellow shirt and black pants match my yellow and black modesty shorts.”

Eli replied, “I guess that cupid has a bee’s stinger instead of a quiver of arrows because I could see myself falling for you!” Eli then held both of Hannah’s hands, then asked, “May I kiss you?”

“Of course!” Hannah replied.

Their lips sweetly pecked and then locked as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Something beautiful was blossoming.

“I am going to need your phone number,” Eli told Hannah.

“Of course. And I want yours as well!”

Eli pulled out a Motorola i60c and Hannah pulled out a Motorola i285 and subsequently programmed the numbers in.

“We both have Boost Mobile, can we also exchange our beep-beep numbers?” Eli asked.

“Sure. As if you even had to ask,” Hannah replied.

They then exchanged the Chirp numbers.

Hannah then said, “I’ve never seen a Boost Phone like yours.”

“Well, that is because it’s an older Nextel phone. I had one of my buddies order it for me on eBay. It looks just like the phone that one of the characters on my favorite soap opera uses and it is quite rugged, so I like it.”

Hannah then asked Eli, “Where do you go to school?”

Eli replied, “I dropped out and get SSI. I hope that you still want me after knowing this.”

Hannah simply kissed him again and say, “Of course, I do!” She paused then said, “I’m thirteen and in the fourth grade, so I kind of know what you’re going through.”

“Thank you for being so sweet. You’re beautiful inside and out!”

“You must have vision problems if you think I am beautiful.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because of my weight.”

“I like bigger girls but was always afraid of what others would think of me.”

“Nobody has to know about us except my mom and dad.”

Eli looked at Hannah and said, “But I’m no longer afraid of what others think, I had talked with my social worker about this and he helped me realize that people don’t talk that much anyway. I would show you off to everyone because you’re so beautiful and you have a good heart!”

Hannah embraced Eli, planted several kisses on his face, but then asked with slight distress, “How old are you though.”

Eli replies “17.”

Hannah then said, “Well you already know that I’m 13, but I really like you and I still want you to be my boyfriend.”

Eli replied, “As long as your parents are okay with it.”

Hannah then asked, “I’m just wondering, If you dropped out of high school, see a social worker and get SSI, are you okay?”

“I have schizophrenia, I hope you’re okay with that.”

“Of course. I have Autism, by the way, and I hope you’re okay with that.”

“It’s fine. Schizophrenia and Autism are similar, so I think we will get along just fine. I just hope your parents let me date you.”

“I think they will, at least as long as you treat me right and marry me when I am old enough.”

“I definitely would marry you.”

Hannah looked at Eli with puppy dog eyes and said, “You really would?”

“Yes: You have a really good heart, you’re beautiful and I recently became a Christian so it would be the right thing to do.”

“I became a Christian when I was eight, maybe you could come to church with me.”

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to find a church.”

“How did you come to the Lord?”

“Earlier this year, I was listening to a radio broadcast on shortwave and it had my undivided attention and as I listened, I realized that I was a hellbound sinner and Jesus is the answer to my condition, so I called on Him and I’ve been praying to Him ever since. The preachers I listen to on shortwave talk about joining a local church, but I have no ride to get there.”

Hannah then said, “My step-grandpa can take us. He already takes me.”

“My grandparents as most of my family are stuck in their catholicism.”

“We need to pray for them.”

“My parents kicked me out when I dropped out of school but my grandparents took me in.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“It’s for the better. Is there a way I could meet your parents?”

“Of course, we could walk to Chick-Fil-A right now and meet my mom.”

“Then let’s go.”

Both were slightly nervous wondering what Hannah’s mother’s reaction would be.

Sheepishly they walked into the Chick-Fil-A where Beatrice was manning the cash register.

“Mom, there is someone I would like you to meet,” Hannah said.

Beatrice looked up from the register and asked, “Hannah, who is this young man?”

“This is Eli,” Hannah said beaming, and continued, “He is my boyfriend, that is if you’re okay with it.”

Beatrice looked at Eli and asked, “Exactly what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Eli looked at Beatrice and said, “I think she is the sweetest person I have ever met and to me, she is more beautiful than anyone else I have ever laid eyes upon. I would like to be her boyfriend and hopefully, one day marry her, when we are old enough. I am a Christian, so I do believe I should date to marry.”

“How old are you, son?” Beatrice asked.

“I’m 17.”

Beatrice then looked at Hannah and asked, “How did you meet him?”

“I just saw him walking out of Radio Shack and I thought he was handsome, so I motioned for him to come to talk to me and he’s nice.”

“Okay. I will let y’all date, but because of the age difference, y’all must be under constant supervision and no one can know about it.”

“That’s fine,” Eli replied.

“Of course,” Hannah added in.

“Do you work anywhere, Eli?”

“No ma’am, I get SSI for being schizophrenic.”

“I understand. Hannah is also special needs, so maybe y’all can help each other out.”

Beatrice then took her lunch break and came to sit with Eli and Hannah. She ordered them each a meal and continued conversing with them.

“What is your living situation, Eli?”

“I stay with my grandparents. We help each other out.”

“Where are your parents?”

“They emancipated me and kicked me out when I started receiving SSI. I guess me getting help from the government for having a disability was too big of an assault on their pride and ego, so my grandparents took me in.”

“You deserve all the help you can get. But you should be wise with it.”

“I try to be. I think they are also angry at me for dropping out of school.”

“Not everyone is meant to have a formal education. Hannah struggles with her studies and she is also bullied by other students.”

“I wish I could protect her from all that.”

“Just be there for me and comfort me, baby,” Hannah added in.

“You know I will. I thank God for you.”

“I thank God for you too.”

“How do you get around?” Beatrice asked Eli.

“My Pappy drives me.”

“How about I get you and Hannah each a bus pass.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Good, then you can come to visit Hannah when she’s not in school.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome. Just only come visit her when I am home.”

“Sure thing. If it’s all right, I would like y’all to meet my grandparents.”

“Yes. We can do that.”

Hannah and Eli finished their meals, then continued holding hands.

Beatrice then finished her meal and said, “Well, I have to get back to work, but there’s some bad weather moving in later this afternoon. How are you getting home, Eli?”

“My Pappy is going to drive me home whenever I call him.”

“How about you take the bus home with Hannah and me and you can meet my soon-to-be ex-husband? It’s a long story.”

“That’s fine, I’ll tune in the weather on my new scanner in the meantime.”

“Now y’all go walk the mall together and get some exercise!”

“Yes ma’am,” Eli replied.

Hannah then kissed her mom and thanked her. She then asked Eli, “Are there any stores you want to look at?”

“What about Sears?”

“Sure. What do you want to look at in there?”

“The computers. I like to write, but it hurts to write by hand. So, I need a computer of some sort.”

“I’m working on a book as well.”

“Awesome. I think God put us together for a reason.”

“So do I!”

Hannah and Eli walked into Sears and were looking at the computers. They then went to look at the televisions. Finally, they went looking at the clothing on clearance.

Hannah then asked, “How does my outfit look on me? Do I need a new wardrobe? Be honest.”

Eli looked at Hannah’s grey Bobbie Brooks tee shirt, her medium-length denim skirt from Wal-Mart, her purple and black striped socks, and her blue tennis shoes, then said, “You look perfect just the way you are? In my eyes you are beautiful.” He then planted a kiss on Hannah’s forehead.

She kissed his lips in return.

“I can’t wait to be old enough to marry you, Eli!”

“I feel the same way. I thank God we crossed paths!”

“Me too, baby!”

They then embraced and kissed once again until they heard a loud crash of thunder.

Hannah grabbed Eli tightly out of fright, then said, “Sorry, I’m just scared of thunder.”

“I understand completely. Why don’t we go to a more interior part of the mall so we can be safe.”

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

Hand in hand, they walked to the middle corridor of the mall. There were several more thunderings and rain began pouring down in torrents.

Hannah grabbed Eli’s arms several times. Eli rubbed Hannah’s back and kissed her.

They then made it to the bench.

Eli tuned in to the Weather Radio broadcasts on his new scanner.

They were notified of a severe thunderstorm in progress.

Hannah leaned against Eli and then said, “The storm isn’t so bad, since you are right here.”

Eli put his arm around Hannah and kissed the top of her head as he spoke, “You feel so wonderful pressed up against me.”

There was a deafening peal of thunder, then the power went out.

Hannah tensed up in heavy distress. She began breathing heavily as Eli held her with his left arm.

From his right pocket, Eli retrieved a Blue Mini Maglite and turned it on.

The look of distress on Hannah’s face turned to a beaming smile as she said, “It’s so sexy how you’re prepared.”

Eli blushed but was speechless.

Hannah grabbed Eli and planted several more kisses on his face.

Eli continued listening to the Weather Radio broadcast in case a tornado warning would be issued.

Mall security had begun to escort customers out.

They approached Hannah and Eli, to which Hannah said, “My mom works at Chick-Fil-A and she is our ride home.”

“Come this way, then,” the two guards, a husband and wife team, said as they walked Eli and Hannah to the restaurant.

By the light of the guards’ flashlights in addition to Eli’s, they safely arrived.

Beatrice greeted Hannah and Eli then said, “Sit tight, my shift will be over in about forty-five minutes.”

“We can listen to that radio device you have, until then Eli,” Hannah said.

Eli nodded and they sat at a table with Eli’s Mini Maglite in Candle Mode.

Beatrice then said, “Well Eli you are certainly a very resourceful young man.”

“Thank you, Ms. Bea, Eli replied, then continued, “My Pappy always taught me to be prepared and I take his words seriously.”

Beatrice did her work while Eli and Hannah sat and continued listening to the Weather Report.

The power came back on with ten minutes to go.

Beatrice continued preparing the work area for the incoming shift.

She then clocked out and walked with Eli and Hannah to the bus stop…

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One of Everette Mullen’s Story Ideas

So one of Everett Mullen’s Works of Fiction on his blog entails a twenty-twenty-two-year-old writer by night and days off and coffee shop worker as his main job. His girlfriend is an emancipated sixteen-going-on-seventeen-year-old high school dropout turned visual artist and is employed as a cashier in the coffee shop. Her parents were verbally and physically abusive but the cops condoned their ways. They would also take her paycheck from her when she did anything they didn’t like. The owners allow her to stay in the living space of a loft above their coffee shop, where she paints on her days off and works the cash register on her workdays. The owners sell her paintings for a ten percent fee and place ninety percent of the proceeds into a trust fund for her. The owners of this establishment cater to the Bohemian youth in the city, which by stark comparison has a majority population consisting of the lower middle class conservative types. Many times the young man writes stories in his girlfriend’s room and reads them to her as she paints scenes either depicting the stories or drawing upon abstract inspiration. This young man would sit in on English lectures at various colleges to pick up better grammar skills for his writing. He never officially enrolled in any higher learning institutions but was soon respected and welcomed by faculty and students, when he discussed his aspirations and ideas. His parents are lower middle class and he also has an eighteen-year-old brother who is still in high school but plans to join the military. His brother’s girlfriend is nineteen and employed as a school cafeteria worker and they are favored by the parents. When the owners find out that they are alone in that room together, they suggest marriage, to which they wholeheartedly agree and this angers the young man’s parents even more. What further anger the parents is when their older son and his new wife now have enough money to live comfortably and move into one of the nicer houses in that town and live out a Bohemian fantasy lifestyle indefinitely while their younger son has to join the military, his girlfriend works a dead-end job and they are stuck also in dead in jobs until they can draw Social Security. They are wed on her seventeenth (the age of consent) birthday and the coffee shop owners give them both a week’s paid vacation as a honeymoon present, since they are the two best workers and work well together. Usually, they travel on bicycles but together they buy a restored Volkswagen Microbus which they have detailed with vibrant colors. The local cops constantly profile this young couple. The authorities also monitor the coffee shop and nitpick about every code while giving significant breaks to the more conformist-minded businesses. Because many of the Bohemian Youth is that impoverished in this small town, they cannot afford cell phones, so they communicate on MURS which is a VHF version of CB radio, either portable rechargeable units with custom made long rugged antennas or simple mobile units for those who have vehicles. There is also some more fortunate youth who relay some of the MURS radio traffic onto social media. The cops constantly eavesdrop on them and are waiting to ensnare them for anything and everything. A local ordinance is passed banning base station antennas on residential buildings in the corporate limits of the town. They went on to ban all kinds of outdoor antennas on residential buildings as part of a kickback with the local cable TV company. Their frequency is 151.94 MHz which is MURS Channel 3 and they use this frequency because so many people born in [19]94 tend to be creative. I plan to elaborate more and more about this, but Everette Mullen inspires many oppressed Bohemian youth not only nationwide but worldwide. If I had to guess the setting for this story, it would either be in Northern Florida, Central Mississippi/Alabama, Louisiana between the US 80 and US 84 corridors, or somewhere in Georgia. I am thinking that everyone in this city is jealous of my main character and his wife because they have well-paying jobs that aren’t backbreaking, yet they never attained a formal higher education. All of the Bohemian youth in the city look to Mullen’s blog for inspiration. The main character’s mother is especially furious with him when she learns that his brother will be deployed on a combat mission, yet her older son gets to stay in his luxurious house and write fantasies that inspire youth to espouse lifestyles that are not in line with the values of their city or country. She drives over to his new house and confronts him immediately after learning the news of her younger son’s combat deployment. Mullen’s main character reminds his mother that he is unfit for military service and he is now a married man who needs to take care of his wife. The mother replies that she wishes he would have never met that girl because all she does is enable him to live out a fantasy. Mullen’s character snidely replies that is exactly why he fell in love with her because being with her is exactly like living out one of his fantasies and why can’t she just be happy for him? She says she isn’t happy because her younger son who did everything right is now in harm’s way while he lives in rebellion and encourages others to do the same lives in luxury and continuously writes garbage that is embarrassing to her. She then says how one day this fantasy will come to an end and everything will come crashing down around him. He asks her if that is what she wants. She says yes because then it will teach him to work hard for a living like everyone else around him and not take the easy way out. He then says that he and his wife have unique talents and many people from all over appreciate their work. She then says that many around here are offended by it. He replies that they are offended because they are a bunch of simple-minded bigots who idolize conformity. He goes on to say that the city mismanaged the public funds so much now that every resident must pay a hefty tax on smartphone services and that inhibits many from using one. His mom replies that the ones who are prevented from using smartphones only use them for the wrong reasons anyway. They are only supposed to use them for work-related purposes, but too many were using them to have illegal relationships and share dangerous ideas. He asks her what is so dangerous about wanting a living wage and having a decent work-life balance. She replies that working extra hard to make ends meet will keep the youth out of trouble and build character for them. The rest of us have to so they should even more. He then says that many companies in this city forbid their young employees from having social media or even blogging, and he believes that is encroaching on their first amendment rights. She then says for him to not dare talk about the constitution when he won’t fight for it. He asks, how is fighting some foreign war that has nothing to do with domestic policy fighting for the constitution? If anything this war in and of itself violates the constitution. His mom then slaps him across the face. He then tells her to get out of his house.

Mullen’s work is praised by some online but he has also received many threats from those offended by it.

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Dreams that Inspired “Blogger in a new City”

In the early parts of 2022, I decided to start work on a new story which I have titled, “Blogger in a new City.”

The inspiration for this new series of stories came to me from two dreams, one of which I had in the October of 2020 and the other I had in January of 2022.

I want to first describe the dreams that inspired this series of stories because without them, I would have never been able to come up with all of this.

So, I will now describe these dreams:

October 2020:
I just moved to a new city and am looking to purchase a home. This new city can be best described if one would have combined the two Louisiana cities Lake Charles and Morgan City. There are at least two skyscrapers, a mainline railroad with a yard to the northeast of the city, it is bordered to the southwest by a navigable lake, which is likely connected to another waterway or even is close to the sea. The railroad line separates the north and south side. The southeast side is the working class and poor section, the southwest is the rich side, with a marina for yachts on the lake, the northwest is the business and medical district and the northeast is industrialized. A branch off the mainline railroad goes to serve a port on the lake and separates the southeast from the southwest side. To the north is farmland and further north is forest. I am inside the tallest skyscraper in the city which houses real estate and banking offices among other business spaces. I am meeting with a realtor to conclude the terms of my purchase of a home located on the southeastern side of the city. The banker whom will finance my purchase is on the same floor a few doors away. My real estate agent telephones my banker and sees that all is in order, then I am handed my keys. While waiting on this process I am in the hallway staring out of a window overlooking the northeast side of the city at the railroad yard. A tornado was either in progress or had just finished wreaking havoc in that yard and there were several derailed locomotives and freight cars. I don’t remember what the freight cars looked like but the locomotives could have either been some unmolested Southern Pacific Bloody Nose locomotives or some Canadian National locomotives. I then walk to the southwest corner of the building on one of the upper floors and I look at the southwestern side of the city, seeing a tranquil sunset over the lake and several yachts docked in the marina. To my disappointment, there are no tow boats or barges near the port at this hour. If I had to guess this would take place sometime in late September or early October, due to the position of the sun at the end of the business day. Soon afterward, I woke up. It was a really neat dream.

In the next dream, I am a teenager again (age fourteen to be exact) and it begins with me being dropped off at the shopping center the night before. It is a balmy April evening and I discretely hang out in the parking lot all night until the store opens. I am shopping at the Family Dollar which is located in the Sugarland Neighborhood of my hometown (Raceland, Louisiana.) I now feel I need to be clear about this: the way that I know I am fourteen is that in the dream I am the size and height I was at that age. There are other factors that I will reveal in this piece. I am shopping for a budget-friendly stereo system, and I do see one that seems so perfect. It is a model that was sold around 2001, a GPX, I believe. This stereo system had a CD changer, an AM and FM broadcast receiver, and a cassette tape deck. Those were very popular with teenagers in 2001 but now (in 2022), I think teenagers would use Bluetooth speakers linked to their mobile devices. So much has changed in 21 years as to how young people listen to their music. I could be wrong but I don’t think Family Dollar even sells stereo systems or at least not one with the features in my dream. Because I have more than enough money, I also purchase a pocket-sized yellow flashlight which is the type of flashlight I would have EDCed at the age of fourteen. I didn’t discover tactical flashlights until I was sixteen and didn’t own one until I was eighteen. Sitting on the floor is a girl who is a few years younger than me, but appears to be crushing on me. She is wearing a red plaid skirt, a white tee shirt, wire-rimmed glasses, reddish blonde hair, and numerous freckles. She keeps looking up at me and smiling. I’m thinking this dream could have shown me what it would have been like had my fiancee` and I had met much earlier and maybe even grown up together. While I had known my fiancee` existed since December 5, 2019, I didn’t start pursuing her until early to mid February of 2022 and I didn’t know what she looked like in 2001 either. Since I was fourteen, in the dream, and if this girl was the same as the young lady who is now my fiancee`, she would have been nine-going-on-ten. Also, there is no longer a Family Dollar in Sugarland Shopping Center, much to my irritation. It became a Dollar Tree at some point but is now vacant due to a very wicked woman named Ida. Anyway, I purchase the stereo and the flashlight, then the young girl and I talk for a little while until my ride arrives. I then wake up.

I took many elements from both dreams and I combined them into the fledgling series. There are some significant modifications from the dream sequences, however.

For example, the setting non existent and is known as “Lake Morgan, Louisiana.” The characeter based on me is known as Everette Mulen and is in twenty-six-going-on-twenty-seven and the young lady, Hailee Bainbridge, is now based on my fiancee` is twenty-two. The Family Dollar was changed to be Donna’s Discount Electronics and Housewares and Donna Bainbridge is the Hailee’s mother. It is also in Lake Morgan, not the Sugarland neighborhood of Raceland, LA.

All in all, I took these two dreams and in late January of 2022, I began using them to forge my “Blogger in a new City” series. Because of all that is going on, I haven’t got much of it into text as of yet, so that is why I created this post, in order to explain how I was inspired and why certain things are the way they are.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened and maybe even entertained.

Thank you for taking the time to read and may God richly bless you!

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Christmas Day Part 2-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My girlfriend and I leave the house all bundled up. Hand in hand we walk around the neighborhood.

There are many houses with more cars than usual parked against the curb.

Many families must be visiting here.

We continue walking in silence but it is a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, we hear the whistle of a train.

My girlfriend asks me, “Didn’t you say you liked trains?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, do you want to watch it pass?”

“Is it in a safe area? I mean I revere you tremendously and would never want to bring you to a shady place.”

“Yes. It’s safe and well-traveled. There is an overpass right over the main highway a few feet from here.”

“Okay, we can go watch it then.”

“Awesome, I figured you would like that.”

We walk to the overpass and see the locomotive slowly transitioning across. The engineer sounds the bell and horn several more times and I watch the ditch lights flash.

We then see all the cars in the consist.

I watch it with great pleasure.

My girlfriend steals a kiss from me and then says, “You look so cute the way you are watching that train.”

I blush then I hug and kiss her in return.

The snow is starting to fall again so we hug even tighter.

She buries her face into my chest as I kiss the top of her head and lovingly rub her love handles.

Several motorists blow their horns at us. They must be somehow offended by our public displays of affection.

The train is now gone and we continue walking.

She continues to show me around the city, as I tell her, “I’ve always dreamed about living here because it inspires my writing so much.”

“Do you think you could read some of your work for me?”

“I would be honored to,” I pause then continue, “And just so you know, you are inspiring me to write some new material right now!”

She grabs me and steals another kiss.

I hold her close to me and kiss her in return.

We then come upon a boundary between our neighborhood and the less fortunate part of the city. In the distance, we hear gunshots and sirens.

“I think we should turn around,” I tell her.

“Yes. My roommates warned me about this area.”

So, with that, we turn around and make a beeline back to our neighborhood.

Briskly we walk until we are far enough from the boundary.

My girlfriend is getting tired and out of breath as we come upon a convenience store.

I ask her, “Would you like something to eat or drink to give you more strength?”

She simply nods.

I kiss her and then say, “Say no more.”

We walk into the convenience store and head to the deli section, then look at all the good food under the glass.

“What would you like?” I ask her.

“If you can afford it, a fried chicken meal.”

“What do you want as your sides then?”

“Some fried pickles and some macaroni and cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get that for you.”

“You’re so sweet. What are you going to eat, though?”

“A hot sausage pattie on toast.”

“Cool!”

“And what do you want to drink?” I ask her.

“Some Pepsi from the fountain.”

“I think I’ll get that too.”

“Then only order one cup because we have free refills with that meal. Plus I always wanted someone to share a drink with, as corny as it seems.”

“Consider it done,” I tell her with a sweet kiss.

She blushes.

I then place my order and pay with my debit card, then we sit at a table.

While we wait to be served, I check my banking app on my phone and see that I now only have a few cents left in my account, but it was worth it.

In time our meal is served, then we say grace and eat.

Not only do we share our drinks but we give pieces of our meals to each other.

After we are finished, we use the restrooms and then leave on foot.

“Could you show me your new house?” She asks me.

“I sure could and I am honored that you are my first guest!”

“Then lead the way.”

Hand in hand we walk to my house.

Upon arrival, I unlock the hurricane fence, then we cut across my front yard then walk up the steps, and onto the front porch.

My neighbor is giving both of us an angry pair of eyes so we nervously and quickly go inside.

I show her around as I say, “Here it is. Not much, but at least it’s mine.”

“Your house is cute, like its owner,” She says, kissing me.

She sees my computer, and asks, “Do you think you could read to me right now?”

“Of course,” I say, then I get an extra chair and sit her in the swivel chair.

I then log into my computer then pull up the folder of text files and read to her.

She smiles at me from ear to ear as I read to her.

I do so for a few hours.

We come to a stopping point and she tells me, “Your stories are really sweet and I can somehow relate to your female characters!”

“You do remind me of my female characters, I think that is one of the reasons why I am falling so hard for you!”

“And I am falling just as hard for you!” She says as she leans in to kiss me.

We both stand up and look into each other’s eyes with passion.

She then passionately grabs me and kisses me all over my face.

I hold her close to me and gently play with her love handles.

We then begin to rub each other’s buttocks.

She then bumps me with her sexy hips, causing me to fall onto my sofa. She giggles uncontrollably as I position myself face up.

Afterward, she lays on top of me and kisses me with exceeding passion.

Our hormones begin to overpower us as she pulls down the upper parts of her dress and reveals her breasts to me, to which I say, “Good Lord, they are beautiful!”

She then rubs them in my face.

I kiss them and sweetly fondle them.

She then sits on my legs and lifts her dress to teasingly reveal her panties to me, giggling even more uncontrollably.

I am overcome with admiration and lust as I sit up and kiss her belly multiple times.

I then begin to kiss her pelvic regions to which she moans and coos.

I hug her by her waist then rest my face between her belly and pelvis as I say, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

She begins to pull down her panties and says, “If you truly feel that way, take me then!”

“Oh, baby your wish is my command!” I tell her as I too begin to undress.

We are about to become intimate when her phone rings. We also feel Divine Conviction over the sin we were about to commit and the crippling fear that we might lose each other as a result of Divine Chastisement.

The caller ID shows that it’s her roommate’s house number, so she picks up and activates the speakerphone feature.

We hear how they want her and me to come over because they have more food for us.

Realizing God gave us an escape route from sinning, we agree to go at once.

With that, we rise off the sofa, get dressed, and walk out the front door, locking it behind us.

We then head to her roommate’s house in the cold bleak weather…

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Christmas Day Part 1-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My medication has worn off and I am waking up in my girlfriend’s arms.

It is Christmas Morning and she is sleeping with her head on my chest.

I give her a gentle kiss and then just lay there.

She is slowly waking up as well and she pecks me on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby!” I whisper to her.

She smiles from ear to ear and replies, ?Merry Christmas,? Then puts her glasses on.

I hug her tightly. She moans and coos with happiness.

We exchange several kisses but then she says, “Okay, I have to potty now-my bladder is full and I’m about to burst!”

I let go and she walks to the bathroom.

I wait for her on the convertible sofa.

I then hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off.

She steps out and kisses me as she playfully says, “Did you miss me?”

I simply blush and nod. Then I kiss her in return. She hugs me and buries her face in my chest.

“Now I have to go as well!” I tell her.

“The bathroom is all yours!” She replies.

I enter the bathroom and then relieve my bladder. Then I flush the toilet and wash my hands.

She is putting away the bed of the convertible sofa as I exit the bathroom.

After she is done, she motions for me to sit on the sofa with her.

We sit close to each other holding hands and looking at the Christmas tree.

“I wish I knew you existed sooner because I would have bought you a gift for Christmas,” She tells me.

“Just give me your faith, your loyalty, and your affections!”

“Oh, as far as I can see you will always have those!”

“I too wish we would have met much sooner, though.”

“Yes, but we have each other now!”

“If you will always be this sweet, I can honestly say that you were worth the wait!”

“Aww. Thank you!” She says then kisses me.

I begin to play with her long reddish blonde hair, to which she giggles.

She pulls my face into her breasts, which turns me on immensely.

I begin to kiss her breasts and she then says, “If we go any further, it will be a sin.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to commit that sin because then God might punish us and cause us to split up.”

“I don?t ever want that, because you seem so perfect for me.”

“And I would rather have you by my side forever and not sin instead of having a few fleeting moments of pleasure with you and then lose you!”

“Just hearing you say those words makes me want you even more though!”

“We need to pray for an escape route. If it didn’t offend God so much, I would indeed make love to you!”

“Ditto!”

One of the roommates comes walking out of her room and asks my girlfriend, “Could you make us all some coffee?

“Will do.”

The roommate then asks me, “We buy a coffee and chicory blend that is quite famous in this city. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure,” I tell her.

“Boil some milk too!” She tells my girlfriend.

“I’ll help,” I interject.

My girlfriend gets two saucepans and a French press coffee maker out of the cabinets.

She then tells me, “Draw some water into one of the saucepans and pour some milk in the other.”

“Will do!” I tell her.

I turn on the kitchen tap and draw some water into the pot then I get a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and pour some milk into the other.

My girlfriend then hands me a box of matches and says, ?You?ll need these to start the stove burners.?

“Okay. I think my stove is like that too. Of course, this house reminds me a lot of my house.”

“I’d like to see your house if that’s all right.”

“Sure. I’d be honored for you to be my guest!”

My girlfriend coos again and then kisses me.

I light the stove and put the water on high fire and the milk on a low fire.

My girlfriend pours the coffee bean and chicory root grinds into the French press.

We stand in the kitchen, waiting for the water and milk to boil. It’s quite cold, so we cling to each other for warmth.

I gently rub her love handles and she rubs my buttocks.

We sweetly stare into each other’s eyes, lost in time.

Finally, the water is at a rolling boil and the milk is warm enough.

The other roommate is waking up.

“Could you make us all some French Toast?” She asks.

“Sure.” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “Pour the boiling water into the top of the coffee maker and lower the milk to the lowest setting possible.”

I pour the boiling water and am greeted with an amazing aroma of the coffee and chicory brewing.

“Could you go to the Lazy Susan and get some nutmeg and vanilla extract?”

“Sure thing, baby!” I tell her.

While I find those, she is getting a big bowl from the cabinets and beating some eggs in it. I had her the vanilla and nutmeg, to which she pours it into the mixture.

“One more thing, get me a cup of sugar, baby.”

“I’m on it,” I tell her.

I get some measuring spoons and pour a cup of sugar into the mixture.

She mixes it all, then takes the old loaf of sliced bread and dunks every piece into the mixture.

Afterwards, she takes a couple of pats of butter and drops them in a skillet.

She lights the middle burner of the stove and the butter melts.

Once the melted butter is sizzling, she begins to cook the pieces of bread.

Finally, they are all done.

She places the French Toast on a platter.

We all sit at the table and one of the roommates says grace.

My girlfriend takes a ladle and scoops some of the hot milk into the four coffee mugs, then she pours the coffee and chicory brew into the cups.

We all serve ourselves some French Toast.

As I eat, I say, “This is amazing.”

One roommate says, “You’ve got a good woman on your hands so you need to treat her right,”

“He does,” My girlfriend says.

The other roommate adds, “Yes, he does. I heard him say how he wants her by his side forever instead of just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Guys like that are very rare!”

I blush and smile from ear to ear.

The first roommate says, “That’s very sweet!” She then looks at my girlfriend and says, “You have a good man, so treat him right as well!”

My girlfriend and I share a sweet kiss and then go back to eating.

One of the roommates ask me, “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s awesome!” I tell her, “Never had anything like it before.”

“Well, get used to it if you’re going to live in our city!”

“I do like it here, I must admit. I knew it would be a haven for those with my illness but I didn’t think I would do this well!”

“You’re blessed-remember that!” My girlfriend tells me.

One roommate then says, “Why don’t y’all walk around the neighborhood and have fun together? We’re going to visit our family.”

“You would show me your house?!” My girlfriend says.

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Just remember to always be good to each other,” The other roommate says.

My girlfriend clears the table and we wash the dishes.

Then her roommates get in their car and leave.

We bundle up and then go for a walk…

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Christmas Eve Part 2-Second Chances

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

The house that my girlfriend and her roommates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s roommates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other roommate comes into the living room and says, “Our roommate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I have been hurt before, as well, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box is tuned to the Music Choice Channel which plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other roommates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee-length red dress, long white socks, and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your roommates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two roommates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One roommate says.

The other one tells my girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come to get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for the progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds.

One of the roommates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next-door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next-door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the roommates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad. In fact, you should take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other roommate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex-wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the roommates then says, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet despite all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record, I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex-wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One roommate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One roommate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then dinner is served.

Happily, we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two roommates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on as you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out of the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…

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