Another Excerpt from “The Textfile”

After Anna sat down, she looked around the whole room, then happened to glance at the bar. She noticed a young man sitting there eating peanuts and sucking on a bottle of Budweiser. He was dressed in long khaki pants and a white T-shirt, stained with many oil and grease spots. He had dirty blonde hair, covered by a brown newsboy hat and she could see that he also had a thick beard.

Anna felt an attraction to him somehow and wondered how she could get his attention. She pondered, then the idea came to her. She pretended to sneeze a cute little sneeze. The young man currently had the end of the beer bottle to his mouth and was taking a long sip. Finally, he put it down.

She made her attempt and let out a cute little, “Choo!”

The young man looked away from the bar and beheld her, then said, “God bless you.”

“Awe, thanks!” Anna said with a giggle.

The young man was about to sip on his Budweiser again, but he looked at her a second time. He saw she had beautiful pale skin, strawberry blonde hair, bright hazel eyes. He also noticed the long skirt and blouse she was wearing that covered almost all of her skin. He stared. He kept staring at her. She smiled. He smiled back, then blushed and looked away.

Anna pretended to sneeze again and let out a “K-Choo!”

The young man turned around again and said, “God save you!”

Anna then said, “Thanks. It must be all the dust from these peanuts shells that are stirring up my allergies.”

“You have such a cute sneeze,” He said, then looked at her booth and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

“No, I guess not,” Anna said.

“Then may I come and sit with you?” The young man asked.

“Sure, that would be nice,” Anna replied, smiling from ear to ear.

The young man took his beer and came to her table, then said, “I’ve never seen you in here before and I come here every day after work to kill a few beers.”

“This is my first time here,” Anna said, slightly nervous

“Well, I hope it’s not your last. I’m Grayson Thomas, by the way.”

“Anna Ryan.”

“Wow, I didn’t know there were any Ryans in Melody.”

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A Full Synopsis of my “Grocer and Writer” Stories

My “Grocer and Writer” stories are an attempt to portray life in post-modern or very near future American society. None of the characters have names, I cannot fully understand what made me choose that route when I began the stories, but I find it works, at least for now. The two main characters are named in another ever so slightly related story that I am concurrently working on.

The stories center around the lives of a twenty-two/twenty-three-year-old, mildly Autistic grocery clerk by day and writer by night and his seventeen/eighteen-year-old girlfriend with an under-active thyroid gland.

Though it is not officially stated in any of the stories, the setting takes place in New Orleans, Louisiana and the surrounding areas of.

Yes, my characters have flaws that would make them undesirable to most, but they fully accept and love each other immensely. This was designed to teach that there is a someone for everyone. Unfortunately, most people are offended by this for whatever reason be it legit or not. Okay, there are other controversial themes such as their age difference. They are indeed five years apart, but it’s NOT like he is 17/18 and she is only 12/13, which would indeed be highly inappropriate and unacceptable, not only in my opinion but also in the courts’ and most of the general public’s opinion as well. When they meet she is 17 going on 18 and he is 22 going on 23. They eventually have the girl’s parents’ approval and they do intend to marry, so please let’s put this age difference thing to bed once and for all. The other controversies, I cannot explain away so easily. There are some racial/ethnic and religious tensions. There is a world war looming on the horizon, but also violent crime and terrorism are also briefly mentioned. If that isn’t enough there is also prescription drug abuse and marital troubles. Finally, there is class struggle. Sounds like a lot of fun, right? Well, it is indeed a portrayal of post-modern or very near future American society. Oscar Wilde said it best, when he said, “Art imitates life and life imitates art.” I was writing what I observe and perceive in everyday life in people around me, but also in my own life experiences. That is truly what inspired this, just daily observations etched into my at least barely creative mind.

…Anyway…

Here is a full synopsis of the plot, and you, the reader, please decide for yourself, whether or not this offends you. Feel free to quit reading this at any time:

In the prequel, which I wrote in September of 2018, my male character is swamped with a lot of groceries that he must get on the shelf. He instead is thinking of all the wonderful stories he wants to write. He also mentions the fact that he is on the Spectrum but says how if he had someone who loved him in spite of it, he would treat her like a queen. He mentions how tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he will be off, so he could be able to write then. Likewise, the young lady who will become his girlfriend is at home dealing with her alcoholic and pill addict mother and how her parents are always fighting. She also mentions her glandular problem and ho it makes her obese. She wishes someone would love her for her. Her parents fight into the night and there is little food in the house because her mother binge eats. She states that she is looking forward to tomorrow because there will be a lot of food, but she also thinks of ending her life. A voice tells her not to give up…

At the beginning of the plot, which this piece was written in July of 2014, my male character is sitting in a public park (one could assume City Park) on Thanksgiving writing love stories in a composition book. At the same time, my female character’s parents are bickering and she leaves her house in Old Metairie on foot, crosses the Parish Line and walks to City Park. She sees him sitting down and writing and is instantly attracted. Eventually, he notices her and they hit it off immediately, though he is shy and cautious at first because of their age difference. He reads his love stories to her, to which she becomes more attracted to him. They exchange contact information and snuggle together on the park bench until it gets dark and cold. The first chronological piece ends with them entering a loving relationship, then my male character driving her back home to Old Metairie…

The next day, Black Friday, which I wrote in May of 2015, my male character is getting off of work and pulling up to his home in Mid City. My female character calls him, but he explains how he doesn’t have unlimited voice minutes (it was 2014-2015 when I thought of this and some prepaid plans did not offer unlimited minutes at the time.) He tells her that he has unlimited texting and would love to have a conversation with her that way. She agrees. They converse through SMS messages and he finds out that she is a virgin (he is too, but doesn’t announce it to her at that time.) He reveres her even more so than previously after finding that out. They get to know each other better and their relationship strengthens. The piece concludes with my female character’s pill-addict mother waking up from a deep sleep, ending their conversation…

I wrote this piece initially in June of 2015, but a week later, my male character has the day off and also was paid, so he calls his girlfriend and tells her he would like to take her on a date (let’s assume to The River Walk, though geographic locations aren’t officially mentioned in the stories themselves.) As they are talking on the phone, my female character states that she loves him, but the signal fades just as she says it. He tells her he didn’t hear what she said, so she repeats herself. He tells her how his feelings are indeed mutual and that he would have told her sooner, but was afraid of scaring her off. She says he doesn’t scare her at all and that she trusts him. They then hang up and get ready for the date. He takes her to his job, The Downtown Grocer, which is a completely fictitious full service, but very corrupt and shady grocery store located in either the Central Business District or The French Quarter. They walk in holding hands but, the boss commands them to stop. He then picks up his check, cashes it then they leave and head to a place based on The River Walk. The eating and shopping venues on what is an allegory to The River Walk are completely fictitious and unnamed, but he takes her to a coffee and doughnut shop for breakfast, then a fish and chip shop for lunch. She confesses that she shouldn’t eat so much rich food, because of her weight problem, but he tells her that he would love her no matter what size she is. At one point he buys her a Casio Baby G Wristwatch from a gift shop and then they take a selfie together with a cruise ship in the background. They walk up and down the River Walk until the sun sets, then he takes her home…

The following Sunday, which I wrote in May of 2015 and rewrote in October of 2017 My main character gets a text from his girlfriend and she asks to come over to his house. He agrees, goes to Old Metairie then takes her to his home in Mid City. Originally, I thought of the area between Metairie and Old Jefferson, but I find Mid City fits better. He tells her that it isn’t the best, but she doesn’t seem to mind. He reads to her for a little while, then hears her stomach growling. He asks her if she is hungry, to which she replies “Yes.” She then confesses to him that her mom binge ate all the food in her parents’ house. So, he looks in his cabinet and finds a can of Always Save Pork ‘N’ Beans. He warms them up and she scarfs them down. He also brews a coffee/chicory blend for her and they eat rice pudding for dessert. They then turn on the television and catch Breaking Dawn Parts 1 and 2 on a local [fictitious] station’s sub-channel. They wrap up in a blanket and watch the two movies, then afterward he takes her home…

On The Winter Solstice, and I initially wrote this in July of 2014 we find my male character sitting on break at work and having a miserable day. While on break, my male character is telling the store’s janitor about his girlfriend when a female coworker, the deli cook picks a fight with my male character, calls his girlfriend a slut and eventually threatens physical harm to him. Things go from bad to worse when my male character waits on a gentleman, who is trying to locate some remoulade sauce, but then gets written up for talking too much with him. The gentleman later has a much more prominent role in the series. The piece concludes with the janitor offering to do my male character’s fronting and blocking so he can make extra money. My male character goes spend time with his girlfriend at the end of the night…

Later that evening my male character picks up his girlfriend from Old Metairie and drives her to his house. He prepares a dinner of instant oatmeal for them and they converse about what went on earlier in the day. My male character tells of the deli cook threatening him and his boss wrongfully disciplining him. My female character tells how her pill addict mother almost became physically violent with her. Both then have synchronous thoughts of living together as soon as my female character turns eighteen. The piece concludes with them going to sleep in separate bedrooms and dreaming synchronous dreams…

The Christmas Eve pieces was initially written in August of 2014 and we find my male character clocking out of his job and heading to Old Metairie to pick up his girlfriend. They then go to his home and he turns the late local news on. He learns about the whole world preparing for global conflict. My female character tells him to turn off the television, to which he does. He then asks her what would she like to do. She says there is something she definitely wants to do but thinks it’s illegal, be intimate with him. He tells her he will as soon as she turns eighteen. She reminds him that it’s not for another six weeks and a lot could happen, up to and including him being drafted off to war and killed. He confesses to her that he too is a virgin, to which she wants him more. Eventually she convinces him to seal their relationship forever. The piece concludes with them going to bed together, making love and then in the morning he prepares her breakfast…

On Christmas Day, and written initially in June of 2015, my female character is browsing the Internet on her smartphone while her boyfriend is preparing her breakfast. They eat together, then get ready and leave so he can meet her parents. While riding there, she announces to him that she is legal in their state, because the age of consent is seventeen. She is then worried that he’ll leave her now, but he reassures her that nothing in creation could make him want to leave her. She asks “what if you got me pregnant?” He tells her that he would do the honorable thing-marry her. Then her dad calls, wanting to know her whereabouts. She explains that she is on her way and that she is with someone special. They drive to Old Metairie in the freezing rain. Finally they arrive and her dad greets them. It turns out that her dad was the gentleman that was looking for remoulade sauce days before. He offers my male character a better job on the condition that he will be committed to my female character and her only. He tells of his love for her and learns that her weight is due to an under active thyroid gland. My female character’s dad states that my male character better not break his daughter’s heart or he knows people who can tar and feather him. Then he offers them Christmas Dinner, Asian takeout.  I promise you, the girl’s family is not Jewish but they definitely are secular…

The pilot piece was written on June 30, 2014 and takes place on January 11, entails my male character clocking out of his job feeling depressed because he always dreamed that he would have done much more with his life at age 22. He states how life would be much better if only he could get his foot in the door as a writer, but there is someone special who enjoys his work. He then drives to Old Metairie and picks up his girlfriend. He takes her to his home in Mid City. He reads his stories to her and soon they go to bed and become intimate. She asks to stay the night to which he says if it were up to him, she’d stay every night. She answers that she will when she turns eighteen. The piece concludes with my male character stating his life isn’t as depressing as he sometimes believes…

On the evening of February 3, and this was written in the Autumn of 2014, my male character is leaving his job and headed to Old Metairie to pick up his girlfriend to move in with him as she’ll be turning eighteen on the following day. They arrive at his house and settle in. He briefly turns on the news and learns that there is a nationwide high level threat of a terrorist attack. My female character makes him turn the television off. They then order Asian takeout for her birthday dinner, then go to sleep together from the sedating effects of the food. They are woken up to the whistle of a freight train. My female character sees that it is a minute after midnight and exclaims that she is legal now. Then they hear the train derailing. There are several explosions and then the power goes out. A little while later, the cops knock on their door and order them to evacuate…

In the early morning hours of February 4, and this piece was written some time early in 2015, they get in the car with just a few things and decide to head to the countryside (which is actually based on the Deltas of Northeast Louisiana.) They stop at a diner in the middle of nowhere (situated either along US 71 southeast of Alexandria, Louisiana or along US 165 northeast of Alexandria where they are generously given free coffee and food, because the owners sympathize with them and their situation. Afterwards they continue on until arriving at my male character’s parent’s soybean farm, the locations is based on somewhere between Monroe and Ferriday, Louisiana.They are greeted by my male character’s mother who insists that they sleep separately, this was initially written in November of 2015, by the way. They both protest and my male character’s dad wakes up and comes into the kitchen. They explain the whole situation to them and he tells his wife not to be so hard on him and that he though he would be forever lonely because of his condition. My female character wants to know what condition and the dad explains to her that her boyfriend is mildly autistic, but very high functioning. My male character says he didn’t want to tell before her because he was afraid she would leave him. She hugs him and says she would never leave him especially for something like that. She then reminds him of her weight and he says how he loves to hold her at night. The mother gets even angrier. The dad convinces her to let them share the bed, to which which takes two shots of whiskey, then reluctantly agrees…

The next piece was written in late 2015 or early 2016 and involves my couple waking up in my male character’s childhood bedroom. It is biting cold, so he checks the thermostat to realize that the furnace is out of oil. The bulb in his rechargeable flashlight burns out so, he goes back to bed and keeps warm with his girlfriend, until the hunger pangs kick in. They walk to the kitchen where breakfast is being served. The mother tells him to go to the hardware store and buy more oil. Immediately they leave for the hardware store. Upon arrival they wait in line for a few minutes, then they are served by a classmate of my male character. He sells them oil which he charges to his parents’ account. He then pays cash for five new rechargeable flashlight bulbs. His classmate attempts to sell him a high powered LED Mini Maglite penlight, but my main character doesn’t have enough cash. The former classmate suggest to charge it to his parents’ revolving account, but my main character states how they’d be livid if he did that. My female character then uses her debit card and purchases the penlight for him. She then tells him how she’s been keeping track of his debt to her and how she still expects him to pay her back all night long. Several people point and whisper. After all items are purchased, my two characters leave the store and head back to the farm. While driving there, my main character’s mother calls him and demands to know why he and his girlfriend were acting lewd in the store. He asks ‘what do you mean?’ His mother goes on to say that several people called and stated how the girlfriend bought him a flashlight and expects to be paid back all night long. She then rants and raves about how the terrorist attack was God’s punishment to all the wicked city dwellers, then to come home with the oil, because it is freezing in the house. The piece concludes with my male character telling my female character, that he isn’t angry with her, but she needs to watch how she acts while in public areas of a small town because of the busybody type nature of rural people…

They walk into the farmhouse and hand the mother her heating oil, then go to the bedroom. My main character installs a new bulb in his rechargeable flashlight, then opens up the packaging to the Mini Maglite LED his girlfriend bought him. After installing the batteries and turning it on, they are both amazed by the brightness. My male character thanks his girlfriend and says that he still plans to pay her back. At that point the mother walks in and demands to know how long have they been screwing out of wedlock. She forces them to answer her or find another place to stay until the evacuation order is lifted. His girlfriend breaks down and answers, ‘Since this past Christmas Eve. I had fallen so much in love with him and I’m still in love with him, but we had just learned on the news that a world war was about to break out. I was so afraid that he would be drafted and killed in combat without us fully knowing each other. I just wanted to seal my love for him.’ My male character says, ‘You don’t have to explain to her or feel guilty about it.’ The mother goes on to tell him that he is going to have a lot to answer for because of the way he charmed her.

The girlfriend then says, ‘He didn’t charm me at all. Yes, he does write those love stories and I find it very attractive, but I wanted him before I knew he wrote such beautiful things. I just thought he was so cute, so I started talking to him. At first, he was hesitant because of our age difference, but eventually, he fully accepted me. No one else wanted me because of my glandular problem but he loves me in spite of it, just like I love him in spite of his Autism. Any other time I tried to talk to someone of the opposite sex, they would make cow and pig noises, because of my weight. I’ve been dealing with that ever since I was eleven or twelve. When I told your son he was cute, I then asked him if he thought I was cute also or was I too fat and his response was that I was beautiful and not to let anyone else tell me otherwise. If he would have rejected me, I very well might have ended my life. He didn’t reject me though. In fact, he treats me better than I ever dared to dream. No one else was ever so kind to me, so I couldn’t help falling in love with him.’ My male character further explains, ‘Remember how at one point I had written some stories and all the girls were impressed but their boyfriends were jealous, so they began to spread false rumors about me? I was just reminded of that today in the hardware store. It ruined my reputation hence another reason why I got out of this one horse town as soon as I was able. I’m immensely glad I moved to the city too because I met her and she brings so much joy to my life. All of the suffering I endured prior to meeting her was worth it.’ The mother then interjects, ‘You’re lucky those boys didn’t beat you up. Maybe they should have because then you would have learned not to write such sinful literature. All those stories do is cause their readers to have unrealistic expectations of their partners.’ The girlfriend backs him up saying, ‘He reads those stories to me all the time and I don’t have any unrealistic expectations of him, in fact, they usually make me want to love him more. My dad is going to help him get published hopefully soon and he will never have to work at his grocery job again. He is so miserable there, but he keeps the job so he can take care of me.’ The mother goes on to say that work is meant to be miserable because we are sinners in a fallen world. She then says that they will both do chores to burn off all of that sinful energy and if they are going to live like a married couple then they will have the responsibilities of one. She tells my main character to help his daddy in the fields and that the girlfriend will help her cook and clean. my male character assists his dad with changing the fluids in the tractor, then he organizes the whole barn. His dad says how he had been praying that my main character find someone to love him. My main character soberly tells his dad that everyone in town is going to tell him about the fornication going on. The dad says that they need to get married, then and that she is a keeper. They continue talking and my main character says to his dad how he noticed that the Autism never bothered him. His dad replied he produced him late in life but always wanted children and that he appreciated the encyclopedic knowledge and organizational skills his son has. They continue working together until the barn is tidy, then walk to the farmhouse where supper is on the table. As they are sitting down to eat, they get a text saying the evacuation order is lifted. Then the assistant store director calls and orders my male character to get back to the store PDQ. He explains that he is out of town. His boss tells him that he has twenty-four hours to get back or he will be terminated. The piece concludes with them leaving…

I wrote the transition piece at some point in 2020 and it takes place in Mid May and entails my main character and his girlfriend waking up to lightning and thunder in addition to his G-Shock. A line of severe thunderstorms is passing through their city. My main character’s girlfriend prepares him breakfast then they share a highly affectionate good bye as he drives to work. He is then assigned the aisle with boxed gelatin. The storms get worse and the power is knocked out. My main character now has the job of escorting customers throughout the store. He uses the flashlight that his girlfriend bought him at the hardware store. On a few occasions, he exchanges text messages with his girlfriend while in the bathroom and she tells him that she has some very good news for him, but wants to see the look on his face when she delivers it to him. The cook demands to use his flashlight to repair some appliances in the deli, but he refuses to let her. An argument ensues and they are both written up, this being the second strike against him. The assistant store director tells the cook to just charge a flashlight from the housewares section to the deli’s account. The day drags on but finally my main character is finished. He drives home, then is greeted by his girlfriend. She tells him of how several of her dad’s co executives are impressed by his writing and that they want to make him a published author. My main character is overjoyed. She asked him what he wants to do, to which how replies that he’s tired. So they go to sleep in each others’ arms…

The final piece begins with my main character explaining how he is no longer a grocer, but now a writer. He further explains how with the surplus money he fixed up his house, bought a new vehicle, a Dodge Ram and bought an engagement ring for his girlfriend. He says how he is on his way to her parents house to pick her up and propose to her. He rings the doorbell and and she answers. He tells her that he has a surprise for her and it is in the park. Her dad gives him a wink and a thumbs up. He’s the one who had him successfully published and in return he asked for commitment to his daughter only. He helps her into the truck and then they ride to the park, conversing, The girlfriend says, ‘I hope all this money and success won’t corrupt you.’ ‘Well, to make sure it doesn’t I’ll need you by my side forever, to keep me in check.’ ‘A lot of girls and women are going to want you.’ ‘But I don’t want any of them; I just want you. You wanted me, even at my lowest, so now you’ll have me at my highest. You’re the only one who ever put up with my condition and no amount of money or success will make it go away.’ ‘And you’re the only one who loved me despite my weight, which is basically impossible to lose.’ ‘Baby, I love to put my arms around you and hold on to you. I think your weight makes you sexy. However, I want you to have the body you want and know that I am in love with your soul and I’ll want you no matter how thin or heavy you become.’ ‘Oh, I love you so much!’ ‘I love you too, baby!’ They continue to ride in a blissful silence. Upon arriving at the park, they go to the bench where they first met, my male character’s idea. They snuggle on the bench for just a bit, but then he pulls out a ring and tells her “This is for you.” ‘What is this?’ She asks with a bright smile. ‘It’s an engagement ring. Marry me, baby! I’ve been wanting to give you one of these for a long time, but could never afford one until now. Please, be my one and only, both now and forever!’ The girlfriend replies with ecstasy, ‘Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you! I’m so fat, I cannot even drive, but you still want me. You’ve treated me better than in my wildest dreams and you’ve always shown me love and affection when every other guy I was interested in so cruelly rejected me.’ ‘You’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet!’ He tells her with a kiss. Suddenly the deli cook from his God awful grocer’s job shows up in the park, buying snacks for all of her children. My main character stands up on my the bench and shouts at the top of his lungs, ‘I just proposed to the girl of my dreams and she said YES!’ Everyone in the park starts clapping and cheering with the exception of the cook and her children. The cook begins to shout, ‘But he’s retarded and she’s fat. He quit his job and is on disability now, so they are going to have a bunch of fat, retarded children and all of you are going to have to pay taxes to support them.’ My male character replies, ‘Actually, I just got a job as a romantic novelist. That probably means nothing to you though, because somehow you seem like someone who hates reading.’ ‘Shut your mouth little boy!’ The cook says angrily. My male character is now fed up and says, ‘I don’t have to and furthermore if you don’t leave us alone and go back to feeding all of your illegitimate children, I’m going to call the police.’ The cook then pulls a revolver from her purse. She shoots my main character then aims for the girlfriend but several bystanders wrestle the gun from her. My male character bleeds out and the girlfriend suffers a massive heart attack, concluding the series…

That’s all there is, for now at least…I hope that you, the reader, can recognize the originality and unique qualities of these stories.  All in all, thank you for reading.

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A Synopsis of “The Textfile”

The story begins with eighteen-year-old Anna Ryan riding home from school on her bicycle. The church she attends forbids its members from driving mechanized vehicles or getting a driver’s license, watching or owning a television set, or using cell phones. She is supposed to go home and get ready for youth service, but instead, stops at a local bar and grill and enters. She sits in a booth and looks around the room. Soon, she notices a young man. He is sitting at the bar sipping on bottles of Budweiser and eating peanuts.

Anna is attracted to him though she can only see him from behind.

To get his attention, she pretends to sneeze.

The young man looks at her and says, ‘God bless you.’

Anna replies, ‘Aww thanks.’

He begins to sip his beer again but then does a double-take. He’s very much attracted to her and begins to stare. She smiles at him and he blushes then looks away.

Anna pretends to sneeze again and the young man says, ‘God save you!

Anna replies ‘Thanks. It must be all the dust from these peanut shells that’s stirring up my allergies.’

He tells her that she has a cute sneeze and then asks to come and sit with her.

She accepts.

The young man remarks that he’d never seen her in this place before and that he comes here every afternoon to kill a few beers.

Anna confesses that it’s her first time there and he says how he hopes it’s not her last. He then tells her his name: Grayson Thomas.

Anna introduces herself as well, to which Grayson said how he didn’t know there were any Ryans in the town of Melody.

Anna explains that her family keeps to themselves and only associates with those at her church, which is a fragmented, mixed-race church with doctrine similar to the UPCI.

With slight irritation, Grayson remarks, ‘Oh, jee whiz, I’ve heard all about them. Your parents would probably beat the hell out of you and press charges on me if they knew we were talking right now.’

Anna explains that they would indeed beat her, but they cannot press charges on him because he’s a legal adult.

Grayson then wants to know what she is doing later that evening. Anna explains that she has youth service. Grayson tries to talk her into hanging out with him instead.

Anna says if her parents would find out they would be livid and beat the daylights out of her.

Grayson then asks her a very piercing question, “Are you happy? Do your parents really make you happy? Does that insane church make you happy?”

There’s a silence, but then Anna replies, ‘No-I am not happy at all. I am miserable. My parents only allow me to go to church and school. They beat me sometimes for a yes or a no. People at school make fun of me because of the way the church forces me to dress.’

Grayson then asks her, ‘Do you think I could make you happy? I definitely think you could make me happy, in my twenty-two years on this earth, I’ve never beheld anyone as beautiful as you!’

Anna says that it would be worth a shot.

They continue talking and getting to know each other better. Anna says how she wants to be a writer, and she does actually write but her parents would be furious if they knew exactly what she wrote, they would destroy every copy and then, of course, beat the daylights out of her.

Grayson suggests that she press charges on them.

Anna says that she would go to hell for not honoring her parents.

Grayson explains that the law is not a guide to save yourself, but rather proof that you cannot save yourself.

Anna says how she likes the way he preaches, and never thought she would hear those words coming out of his mouth because he was drinking beer. She also says how she wants to know him better as well.

Grayson explains that he is a mechanic for the Melody City Dockyard and works the 6 AM to 2 PM weekday shift. He also says how he has a cabin on his mother’s property, where he stays. He finally says that he’s been wanting someone for a long time.

Anna said she would gladly be that someone but she just has to get away from her parents.

Grayson holds Anna’s hands and says, ‘You just let me know if you need any help with that.’

His G-Shock then beeps indicating Four PM.

Anna says how she has to get ready for youth service.

Grayson convinces her to spend time with him instead.

Anna agrees and says she’ll meet him back at the bar and grill around Seven PM.

Grayson drinks several glasses of Wild Cherry Pepsi to help sober him up.

He pulls out his smartphone and searches for the church Anna attends. He finds their web page and learns the doctrines of how they are forbidden from driving, watching television, or owning a cell phone. He also read how church members were forbidden to associate with non-church members.

Anna arrives home and is sternly reminded of youth service, by her parents Sean and Janice Ryan.

After an exchange of words, she goes bathe and imagines the night she will share with Grayson.

Her mother bangs on the bathroom door and tells her that God can see everything she does, especially behind closed doors.

She then got dressed and mounted her bicycle and pretended to go to youth service. Her dad squeezed her arm and said for her not to embarrass him at the service.

She drives secretly back to the bar and grill, runs up into Grayson’s arms, wrapping her legs around him.

Grayson pays off his tab, then they leave the bar. Anna puts her bicycle in the bed of his truck then they ride to his cabin. Grayson lets Anna drive his truck in the fields on his mother’s property as the sun goes down.

He then escorts her out of his truck by the light of his Pelican 1920 penlight.

They then walk into his cabin and dance in the kitchen to music on Pandora for an hour or so.

Afterward, they go on his balcony and Grayson says how he comes here to drink beer or whiskey and contemplate life.

Anna says how she could be inspired to write all kinds of things because it’s so beautiful.

Grayson says how ‘it’s nowhere near as beautiful as you, Anna!’

They then share a kiss and begin to pet each other when Grayson’s G-Shock beeps again, indicating Ten O’Clock.

Anna says how she has to get back home before her parents become livid.

Grayson writes down his house and cell numbers on a piece of paper and says how he knows all about her church and how they forbid cell phones, but to call him whenever she can.

Anna hides the paper in her brassiere, and says, with a distressed giggle, ‘It’s close to my heart, just like where I want you to be.’

Grayson then drives Anna to her parents’ trailer, all too quickly arriving.

Anna says, ‘I know you want to get the door for me and let me out, but it’s not safe here if you’re an outsider.’

Grayson replies, ‘I understand. May I at least give you a good night kiss?’

Passionately, Anna tells him, ‘Of course, Grayson! Just so you know, I’ll take that kiss to bed with me!’

Their lips meet one final time, then Anna takes her bicycle out of the truck bed and goes inside.

Grayson drives back to his cabin, drinks a few shots of Crown Royal put his phone on to charge, then goes to bed.

Anna walks into her parents’ trailer and her dad, with a belt in hand, confronts her about not going to youth service. He tells her the pastor, Brother Darryl, called him and said she didn’t attend.

At first, Anna tries to keep silent, but her dad strikes her with his belt several times.

She then says how she’s eighteen now and it’s none of his business, to which he beats her even more.

Her mother comes out of the bedroom, smacks her across the face, then says, ‘It is our business, the church’s business, and most importantly God’s business and always will be. Now answer us!’

Anna still keeps silent.

Her mother takes a claw hammer from the kitchen drawer and threatens to knock Anna’s teeth out with it.

Anna breaks down and confesses about how she spent the evening with a young man and how’s he’s so much better than the young men at her church. She goes on to say that while they were indeed alone together, he never took advantage of her and she does have feelings for him.

Her mother flings the hammer at her toes, then says how her feelings are sinful energies, brought on by evil forces.

Anna boldly states, ‘No, they feel very right and natural. You and dad have no affection in your relationship, whatsoever. You never kiss, you never touch, you never speak any romantic words to each other. I don’t want to be subjected to such a cold marriage like that and if I marry one of the men at church, that’s exactly what will happen to me.’

Her dad slams her to the ground and says, “You have invited so much sin into your life, you’re driving and dancing, which is absolutely forbidden, and now you’re attacking your me and your mother’s marriage just because you never see us behaving lewdly in front anyone! This is all because you are very rebellious and always have been. I tell you, it is going to stop right now if you know what is good for you!”

He then tells her to go to bed because she has school.

The next morning, Grayson gets up and prepares for work.

Anna too gets ready for school, then rides her bicycle there arriving early.

At around seven-thirty in the morning, Anna goes to the student office and asks Mrs. Barabara McGregor if she could use the phone.

Mrs. Barabara agrees and Anna calls Grayson’s cell number.

Grayson takes a coffee break to talk with her.

Anna tells all that her parents did her last night and Grayson suggests once again that she press charges.

Anna then says God would punish her if she did.

Grayson says how parents aren’t supposed to provoke their children to wrath and they obviously do, because they are trying to keep her from being happy. Grayson then asks if he even makes her happy.

Anna says that he definitely does.

Grayson says that she makes him happy too and that he was lonely before her and uses alcohol to temper the sting of loneliness.

They continue to talk and flirt on the phone until Grayson’s coffee break comes to an end and other students need to use the phone.

Anna goes to a secluded area on the school campus, then fantasizes about Grayson, lapsing into a trance until the bell rings.

Meanwhile, Grayson is assigned two forklifts to repair, with a little assistance from the foreman, Mr. Jed McGregor. He works until Noon, then goes to eat lunch.

At lunch his mom, Kathy Thomas calls him over Skype wondering why he didn’t come to dinner the previous night. Grayson tells her about Anna, then explains her background. Kathy warns him about the people of Anna’s church, Grayson pulls out his Snap-On pocket knife and says, “Wait, let them try something.” Kathy warns that he would go to pen. Grayson states that Anna is worth it. Kathy says she wants to meet Anna, then goes back to work. Grayson finishes his lunch, then clocks back in.

Jed McGregor has him do a tune-up on the dockside truck as the last assignment of the day and comments how he notices Grayson is in a better mood than usual. Grayson tells him too about Anna and the whole situation. Jed says how he and his wife will pray for them. Jed McGregor and Barbara McGregor are married if you haven’t guessed that already.

Grayson does the work on the dockside truck and soon enough has it running. He drives it to the docks and tells the dock foreman how it is fixed.

Grayson then clocks out and heads home suppressing the urge to drink alcohol, since Anna might call him.

Anna is sitting in English, the last class of the day, studying the works of George Gordon Byron. She thinks of how her parents would be furious if they knew about these works, but also thinks of the previous night on the balcony with Grayson. The teacher goes on to talk about Byron’s scandalous life and early death. Anna begins to feel nervous wondering if she will die for what she is told is rebellion. However, she knows her feelings for Grayson are valid and genuine.

Finally, the dismissal bell blares and Anna goes down to the office to call Grayson. Anna asks him to pick her up from school, to which he agrees.

Mrs. Barbara asks Anna if she is serious about whomever she is talking to on the phone. Anna says how she hopes it is. Mrs. Barbara asks, “What’s his name?” Anna says “Grayson Thomas.”

Mrs. Barbara goes on to say how he works under her husband and she’s heard many good things about him except how he’s lonely and not to break his heart. Anna says how she’d never dream about it. Mrs. Barbara asks if Anna is eighteen yet. Anna says she is. Mrs. Barbara goes on to say how that’s good because if she wasn’t Grayson would be in a world of trouble [with the law.] Anna says she’s more worried about what her church members would do. Mrs. Barbara says she and her husband will pray for her and to go wait outside for him.

Anna goes out to the bicycle rack just as Grayson is pulling up in his truck. He parks his truck then gets out and they kiss with passion until the SRO makes them stop. Anna unlocks her bicycle [and puts it in the truck bed], then Grayson opens the door for her and she gets in. Grayson then gets in on the driver’s side and they leave.

As they are driving, Grayson talks Anna into secretly getting a smartphone so they can keep in touch. At first, Anna is reluctant but then realizes he is showing dedication to her and it means a lot to her.

With that, they drive to the Best Buy Mobile store in the mall…

Grayson ends up purchasing Anna a mid-grade Samsung smartphone that is on clearance. Afterward, they eat at a corn dog restaurant, use the bathroom, then Grayson partially takes Anna home, she rides her bicycle the rest of the way.

Anna’s parents confront her about being late, to which she fabricates a partially true alibi that she went to use the bathroom at the mall.

Her parents lecture her about malls being sinful, worldly places but believe her otherwise.

She then goes into her bedroom pretending to study. She barricades the door with several heavy objects, then hides in her closet whilst texting Grayson.

They fall deeper and for each other and end up exchanging those three words via text message.

Anna’s dad barges in but she quickly hides the phone in her underwear and pretends to be sleeping in her closet.

Her dad angrily yells at her and they begin arguing to which he ultimately punches her in the head, knocking her unconscious.

Grayson blows up her inbox, thinking she ghosted him, then drinks a fifth of Crown and passes out in his bed.

Friday morning, Anna comes to, uses the bathroom, and reads all of Grayson’s text messages.

She replies to him, frantically explaining all that happened.

Grayson is hungover, but hears his watch alarm and then sees Anna’s message.

He says how he is glad she still wants him, but her life is in danger and she should come live with him.

Anna agrees.

Grayson explains how he drank until he passed out when he thought she ghosted him, but he will take a personal day to sober up and then prepare his house for her. He promises her that there is no more alcohol in his cabin and that he will quit drinking at least until this situation is resolved.

They further discuss their plans via text.

Grayson calls his boss to take a personal day, then Anna’s mom orders her out of the bathroom.

She packs all of her valuables, her flash drives, and composition books, some hygiene products, and a few changes of clothes in addition to her new phone, then heads to school.

Before the morning bell rings, Anna talks to Grayson on her phone from the girl’s restroom. They further discuss their plans.

Grayson picks Anna up from school at the end of the day.

He takes her to his house and minutes later his mother shows up, stating that she is having issues with leaking oil in her car.

Grayson introduces them to each other, then fixes his mother’s car, the problem was that the oil filter was on loosely.

Afterward, Grayson washes up, then takes Anna out for shopping and dinner.

Whilst shopping for clothes, Anna’s corrupt and overbearing pastor confronts her in the mall.

Grayson stands up to him and he eventually backs down stating how Grayson has won the battle but not the war.

Anna has a panic attack, but Grayson eventually calms her down.

They then go eat out and are waited on by one of Anna’s school friends.

The night turns out very pleasant and they retire to Grayson’s cabin.

That Saturday, Grayson, and Anna decide to hang out in the park and watch boats pass from the bed of his truck.

At some point, a girl from Anna’s class begins to harass them. She makes a sexual advance at Grayson to which he sharply turns her down, then she threatens bodily harm to Anna, to which Grayson retrieves his shotgun from the box in his truck pumps it, points it at her, and scares her away.

They later go to the library, then the grocer to buy the supplies to make dinner, Shepherd’s Pie.

While shopping they see the pastor’s wife in the store purchasing collard greens for the next day’s dinner. Anna gets nervous because the woman carries a gun in her purse and would be crazy enough to shoot Grayson with it. A stocker overhears their conversation and hides them in the warehouse until the pastor’s wife leaves. The stocker is based on another infamous character of mine.

They then go home, prepare dinner, eat, watch movies then fall asleep.

That Sunday, they wake up, then sit outside and watch the sunrise from Grayson’s front porch swing. Afterward, Anna feels the urge to write, then composes a story and reads to Grayson.

Everyone at Anna’s church is angry over her leaving and they form a plan to kidnap her back and harm Grayson for revenge.

After Anna reads to Grayson, his mother calls them over for Sunday Dinner.

Anna ends up helping prepare the dinner and she learns about Grayson’s childhood.

On Monday their plan is carried out. Several longshoremen who attend Anna’s church decide to sabotage the dock crane. Grayson has to go to the top to repair it and one of the longshoremen assists him, but purposely causes him to fall.

Grayson is seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

Anna is called to the office over threats Grayson made with a gun to a fellow student.

She is suspended from school while the matter is investigated.

Anna tries calling Grayson to pick her up, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

Her Dad is called. He along with her pastor secure a ride and pick her up from school.

Barbara is watching the whole situation unfold and calls her husband Jed.

Jed and Barbara are talking about these events and realize that foul play is the reason why Grayson fell from the crane. They call the police, who charge the disgruntled longshoreman.

An APB is also put out on the van.

Soon it is located and stopped, Anna’s dad and her pastor are arrested.

Anna is asked to be taken to the hospital, but ironically says she wants to be with her boyfriend. A detective later informs her of all that is going on, then takes a statement from her. She is then taken to the hospital where she meets Grayson’s mother.

They along with the hospital chaplain and an unknown person pray for him around the clock.

For two days Grayson is in a coma, but then he wakes up, with Anna being the first person he sees.

Grayson ends up proposing to her…

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An Encounter while Shopping-Confessions of an unHappily Married Blogger

I am now drawing disability and not working at all. This has been the case since late September 2011 and it is now late June of 2012.

The management at that God-awful grocer I was working for had drastically cut my hours and even demoted me, so I quit without warning. It wasn’t worth burning the gasoline to come to work and as I’ve stated before the work environment was ultra toxic.

My wife has decided to pursue some higher education. I believe this is fruitless and pointless and just a year later, I will be vindicated in this belief.

So, while my wife attends school, I find things to occupy my time.

Payday is just a few short days away, so I am looking to see what I can purchase at an electronics dealer.

I walk in and am greeted by a very beautiful and sweet young lady. Her body is somewhere between thick and curvy. She has long blonde hair the face of a China doll.

We begin to talk and pretty soon, it is as if we have known each other forever.

While I am twenty-five-and-a-half, I find out that she is twenty-two.

It is quite rare that a young lady shares an interest in electronics like I do, but she certainly does.

I tell her about my other hobbies and she seems impressed.

I don’t think she is truly impressed, I think she has a crush on me, but what do I know.

I do know this: my wife and her family resent all of my hobbies, as I mentioned before.

To tell the truth, I also have a crush on her, but I know how I must needs to honor my marriage, if not for the love of my spouse, then for the love and fear of my God.

We continue talking, about our families and my disability. Even after telling her all this, she still seems very sweet and understanding. I’m catching even more feelings for her, but I force myself to suppress them. Finally, I see a Weather Radio which is on clearance. I remember reading extensively about this particular model and am disappointed to see it being discontinued.

I ask if she can reserve it for me so I can purchase it when I get paid.

She explains how she is not supposed to do such a thing, but will do so anyway because she thinks I am nice.

I then happen to glance at my watch and realize I have other errands to run and how I also need an escape route to keep me from committing adultery, so I bid her farewell, then leave the store.

Days later when I get paid, I drive back to the electronics store, and there she is behind the counter, with her sweet and beautiful self.

I tell her how I’ve come to purchase my weather radio and I thank her for going above and beyond.

She hands it to me, then I pay with my debit card. The transaction is processed, then approved.

She briefly flirts with me. Her voice is so soothing, much unlike my wife’s.

I then leave the store, with my Weather Radio, because I have other business that needs to be tended to and groceries that need to be made.

I don’t think I will ever forget her, though. Quite possibly she could inspire some characters and situations in the stories I create.

She is the kind of person my in-laws would automatically hate because she’s pretty, sweet, and classy.

To have credit with them, one must have either ruined his or her life or be in some other unfortunate situation.

I only have a little credit with them, because of my disability, but they still cannot stand the fact that I like to write and I have other wholesome hobbies.

After all our business is tended to, my wife and I head home. I try out my new Weather Radio and think of the wonderful young lady who sold it to me. My house makes noises per the changes of pressure and temperature. I think a storm is approaching My new Weather Radio confirms this thought.

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Pilot-Confessions of an unHappily Married Blogger

I am twenty-four-going-on-twenty-five and I would like to think of myself as a decent young man.

Heck, I am even a Christian, albeit a backslidden one. Well, maybe not backslidden, but not devout either.

I go to church mostly to make my wife happy and I admit that I am getting well versed in The Bible as a result.

Also, this regular church attendance has kept a lot of my sinful behaviors at bay.

As a bonus studying the Bible and hearing these timeless hymns has increased and enhanced my writing ability

I am not the cheating type, I mean, if I was, I would have done it already, many times over. I won’t lie, though, temptation stalks me at every turn I take.

This is because I am unhappily married. I’ve been married to this woman for a little over a year and her true colors are now boldly showing. She is starting to remind me of a certain coworker whom I abhor. The red flags were always there, but I chose to ignore them and got married anyway mostly due to a mixture of guilt for fornicating with her, but I also loved her, at least at some point I did and yes I am still attracted to her, although now only physically, nothing else. The deep, intimate connection is dead and gone.

It seems that as of lately that my wife is opposed to anything and everything that brings me joy.

I think her family motivates her to act this way towards me.

You see, I have some pretty neat and unique hobbies, whereas, they do nothing but get stoned in their free time.

I refuse to join them in their narcotic escapades and they resent the fact that they cannot drag me down with them.

I think they especially hate my writing hobby because the nature of my content somehow makes them feel bad about themselves.

I will admit that my narrative is in direct conflict with theirs, but I come from a profoundly different background than theirs.

They see me and my family as privileged and since the current political climate of 2011 is all about inciting a race and class war, they see us as the enemy though they won’t admit it.

As per my employment, I handle milk and eggs for a local grocer. The work is easy and I think I have my position down to a science, but the owners and upper-level management turn this place into an ultra toxic cesspool of misery. They treat us poorly and take advantage of the fact that there are no other jobs to be had.

Today, there is a new cashier who has joined the ranks. The first time I saw her, she smiled at me. She’s nineteen, with a beautiful super-sized body, long light brown hair, a flawless porcelain complexion, and did I mention she is bespectacled which makes her even more beautiful? I wanted to smile back, but despite being unhappily married, I do put forth a considerable degree of effort to honor my marriage, so I didn’t smile back. So far, never have I ever regretted being married as much as just now. How I wish I could talk to this girl and get to know her. And not only that, I want to hold her. I want to kiss her. I want to play with her hair and get lost in her embrace. I want to read my stories to her because maybe she will appreciate them, I mean she already physically resembles many of the female characters in the stories I write. There’s so much that I wish I could do with her and share with her but I can’t, at least not with a clear conscience, so maybe I’ll just write about her instead. I know for certain that she will give me plenty of inspiration, maybe even years down the road she will inspire me to write something great.

My work is almost done for the day, I place the last few cartons of eggs in the display cooler, then I throw my empty boxes away and clock out.

I drive home where my wife is sitting on the sofa binge-watching Teen Mom.

It’s Friday, and my money was direct deposited, and we need to pay some bills, namely the water and the electricity.

My wife takes forever to get ready but if I try to tell her to hurry up, she will just curse me lower than a dog.

Finally, she is ready.

We leave to go pay the bills.

I have a little cash left over.

I’m hoping to enjoy it, but my wife says how a family friend’s child is having a birthday party and we need to buy a gift.

Please don’t think I hate giving gifts to children because I don’t. However, I’d like to be able to enjoy my money sometimes.

I also hate spending all my days off at parties, when do I ever get time for myself?

I would love to just sit at my computer and write until my heart is content, but I can’t because I have all these undesired obligations.

Does my wife show me any appreciation for the sacrifices I make?

No. Just a sense of entitlement to the fruit of my sacrifices.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of why I am unhappily married.

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Christmas Eve Scenes from my Stories

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, even prior to coming to Christ in July of 2004.

Yes, I do uphold and affirm that the primary reason for Christmas is to celebrate Jesus Christ coming into this world in order to purchase the gift of eternal salvation to all who surrender to Him.

May we never forget that!

On the secular side of the holiday, I also associate it with, romance and spending time with those who are near and dear to us, be it a spouse, a lover, family or friends.

Furthermore I see it as a time to be kind to everyone we come across.

On this page, I plan to share scenes from my stories that happen to take place on Christmas Eve. Many of them are from the stories I wrote when influenced by Post Modernism.

I know that 2020, has been a miserable year for all of humanity and my prayer is that all that which was robbed from us will be restored and replaced in 2021!

I hope that these scenes will bring some cheer to you, the reader.

If I had to choose a physical location for these following scenes, they would all take place in The Greater New Orleans Area.

Without further ado, here they are:

…Grocer and Writer, Christmas Eve Scenes (I sincerely apologize for the mention of premarital sex)…:
*BY THE WAY THIS SCENE WAS WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 2014*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD GARTH COOPER IS 22 GOING ON 23 AND SAMANTHA ABBOTT IS 17 GOING ON 18*
GUY’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and my grocery work is finally done for the night.

So, with that, I clock out, text my girlfriend, and head to her parents’ house. The traffic is congested terribly tonight but, I finally make it to the suburbs. As soon as I pull up in the driveway she comes walking out the door. We embrace, then kiss beneath the glow of a street lamp.

“Let’s go to your place,” She tells me, placing her soft hands under my shirt and rubbing the hairs on my chest.

“Very well, baby,” I reply.

We walk to my car and I open the passenger door for her.

She steps in.

Then I sit down in the driver’s seat and start my engine. Quickly we leave and then head for my house in the working poor section of the city.

I drive through all of the traffic but finally make it to my neighborhood, then my street. I park my car against the curb, then escort her out.

I open my hurricane fence, then we walk through my front yard, up my steps and into my front door. I lock and deabbolt the door as she sits down on the sofa. I go to my refrigerator and get us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. I open one, then hand the other to her.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” She tells me with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.”

“I know I found someone good, because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

She then embraces me and we begin to drink our egg nog.

I turn on the television and adjust the rabbit ears. We catch the late local news, already in progress.

An indifferent reporter tells of several unrelated murders that took place in the city over the past twenty four hours.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” I say, disgusted.

The reporter continues to talk of the whole world preparing for war and that global conflict could break out at any time.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” My girlfriend says.

“Very well, baby,” I tell her, point the remote at the TV and push the “Power” button, then ask “What would you like to do?”

“Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” I ask.

“Be intimate with you.”

I hold her hands and say, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

“Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone.”

“I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

“But just thinking of how you love me for who I am, when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

“You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“”Wow, you’re a twenty two year old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else, because you’re so cute!”

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible, because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” She says kissing me wildly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!”

With that we walk to my bedroom and become fully know to each other. After multiple releases we cuddle into the night and fall asleep in each others’ arms.

In the morning we wake and I make her breakfast.
GIRL’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and I just got a text from my boyfriend. He just got off of work and is coming see me-I feel so elated!

The minutes crawl by, but as I am looking through the dining room window, I see the headlights of his old Toyota pulling onto my parents’ driveway.

So happy to see him, I come walking out the door and we embrace under the glow of a streetlamp.

I place my hands under his shirt and rub his chest as I tell him, “Let’s go to your place.”

“Very well, baby,” He replies.

We walk to his car and he opens the passenger door for me. He’s so sweet to do that.

I step in and he enters on the driver’s side and starts the car.

Quickly we leave and head to his house.

The traffic is awful tonight, but finally, we are in his neighborhood and now on his street.

He parks the car against the curb, gets out then opens the door for me and escorts me inside.

I sit on the sofa and he goes to his refrigerator and gets us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. He opens one and hands me the other.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” I tell him with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.” My heart melts when he tells me that. I want him forever because he feels that way.

So I tell him, “I know I found someone good because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

I then embrace him and we begin to drink our egg nog.

My boyfriend puts the TV on and we watch the news.

The reporter talks about several murders that took place today in our city.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” My boyfriend says with disgust.

The reporter then tells of the whole world about to be at war.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” I tell him.

“Very well, baby,” He tells me, turns the TV off, then asks “What would you like to do?”

I guess it’s time to be truly honest with him about what I want to do.

Here goes: “Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” He asks.

“Be intimate with you.” There I said it. I could not picture anyone better to lose my virginity to because he is so sweet to me.

He gently holds my hands and says, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.” Oh my, he feels the same way! How I wish I was legal, now more than ever!

Softly and soberly, I tell him, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

He’s very leery now, just like when we met. “Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone,” He tells me.

Let me see if I can comfort him somehow because I want his body so much. “I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

I know these laws are to protect me, but they could not protect me from myself if I would have ended my life last Thanksgiving. I very well could have done just that if he rejected me. But he didn’t reject me, he loves me more than I ever dared dream. All these laws do is prevent him from loving me more.

I’ll tell him about that, just like this, “But just thinking of how you love me for who I am when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered. We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

He’s opening up now, “You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“Wow, you’re a twenty-two-year-old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else because you’re so cute!” To tell the truth, I want him that much more now!

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” I tell him with passion as I kiss him over and over again.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!” I tell him with tears of joy in my eyes.

Hand in hand we walk to his bedroom and become intimately known to each other.

This moment is so special for both of us.

After we are both exhausted we peacefully fall asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning we wake and he makes me breakfast.

…I could picture Canon in D playing as these scenes unfold and if it were ever to be shown either as animation or live action, I would have them walk into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, then I would show the outside of the house at the bedroom window with the light going out and snow beginning to fall…

…KEEP READING…

…A Disabled Electrician turned Writer (again, I apologize for the mention of pre martial intimacy)…:
*I BEGAN THIS SERIES IN 2017, BUT THIS PARTICULAR SCENE WAS WRITTEN SOME TIME IN 2019*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD, ANNABELLE JENKINS IS 18 GOING ON 19 AND JOHNNY JOSEPH ELDER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and Annabelle and I are getting out of bed.

Today and tomorrow will be very busy, we will be visiting neighbors and family.

We are going to Mrs. Angela’s today then Annabelle’s family this evening.

Tomorrow we are taking a train to the countryside to see my family. Annabelle will be meeting them for the first time and I hope they accept her.

The alarm apps on our phones are bothing going off.

I’m wearing pants with no shirt and Annabelle is wearing her white night shirt and a red panty.

I give her a kiss.

She giggles then we rub noses.

I run my fingers through her long thick hair and she puts her glasses on.

We kiss once more.

“I have a gift for you, Annabelle,” I tell her.

“I have one for you as well Johnny,” She replies.

Should we exchange them right now?” I ask.

“There’s another gift I want from you first!” She tells me, then sits on my stomach and pulls her shirt over me, placing her breasts in my face.

I’m very turned on.

She places her bottom near my face and says, “Enjoy me!”

*EDITED OUT DUE TO SEXUALLY GRAPHIC NATURE*

“I love you so much, bae!” Annabelle says as she grabs me with all her strength.

“I love you too!” I reply as I catch my breath.

We cuddle into the morning until the alarms go off again.

“Now we can exchange our Christmas gifts.” Annabelle says as she beams.

We get our clothes back on then we each go to our sock drawers in the dresser and pull out the gifts.

I pull out a box with a ring in it. The jewels sparkle in the sunlight coming out of the window. I then say, “This is a promise ring. I promise to be yours and only yours. I want you and no one else! I hope you feel the same way.”

Annabelle smiles from ear to ear, grabs me then kisses me.

“You’re so sweet Johnny and by the way, it’s beautiful! For the record I also want only you and no one else!”

“I would want to buy you an engagement ring, because you have my heart, but I don’t want to scare you off.”

“It wouldn’t scare me, it would be a dream come true!” She pauses and then says, “Now your gift,” She hands me a wrapped box.

I tear the wrapping paper with my Helping Hand Multi Tool.

It’s a Samsung Galaxy Prime Smartphone.

Annabelle then says, “You could combine your smartphone plan and your wireless internet and save a few dollars each month. Plus you no longer have to be tied to your computer for Internet Access.

I hug Annabelle gently and kiss her head. I rub her love handles and look into her eyes as she smiles at me.

“Do you like it?” She asks.

“Of course I do,” I reply. But then continue, “But how could you afford it?”

“I had cleaned some houses a couple times and saved little by little. I hope you like it. Besides you’re almost twenty six and it’s time you get a smartphone.”

“You’re right bae. I didn’t want one in the past because I always wanted something rugged, but that was when I was working. I’m not working anymore.”

“And with your data plan you can use it as a portable router, so you can still connect your computer to the Internet.”

“Wow bae! I do like it a lot!”

“Once it is set up, we can take a selfie together and have it as our background photos.”

“And we can send sexy pictures to each other.”

“Now you’re getting it!”

I then hold Annabelle by her waist and lovingly kiss the back of her neck.

“I love you!” She says.

“I love you too, bae and I’m now wishing that I had got you an engagement ring instead of a promise ring, because I would marry you. However, you’re the only one I would marry.”

“I know bae.”

“How about I buy you an engagement ring as soon as my loan to pay my deductible is paid off.”

“That’s fine, bae. More importantly, give me your time, your loyalty and your affections.”

“You’ve got those forever.”

“I know that too, bae, and you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“I’m hungry. What about you?”

“Yes, bae, that’s how you know our love making was wonderful!”

“Then why don’t I make us some French Toast?”

“That would be so good, I’ll help.”

We walk to the kitchen and I pull out my last few slices of Melinda’s store brand bread.

I beat some eggs, milk, sugar, vanilla and nutmeg in a bowl then I plunge and immerse the slices of bread in the mixture.

Then I place an iron skillet on my gas range and light it.

I place some butter in the skillet and it begins to melt.

After the butter is melted, I place the slices of bread on the skillet and slightly brown them.

Soon breakfast is ready.

I pour us each some Tropicana Orange Juice and place our French Toast on some plates.

Even though we are living in sin, we still say grace because we are still thankful to God for all the blessings He liberally gives us.

I watch Annabelle scarf down her food and I think she is so cute.

I’m also eating fast, because all the intimacy made me so hungry.

“I’ll do the dishes,” Annabelle says.

Just clean the skillet, we can do the rest when we get back after Christmas Day.

Annabelle then cleans the skillet, then we get dressed.

“What would you like to wear bae?” Annabelle asks me.

“Some black pants and my evergreen work shirt.”

Annabelle looks through my bottom pants drawer and gets my pants out.

I struggle to take my pants and underwear off. I get a sharp pain in my lower back.

She then gets a fresh pair of socks and underwear out of the top drawer and helps me put them on.

She then helps me get my pants on.

I put a white tee shirt on then my evergreen work shirt.

Annabelle then puts on a long green skirt and a white fleece shirt.

Then Annabelle helps me put my boots on and we grab the present and walk out the door.

It’s bright and sunny outside, but very cold.

We cut across my yard then through the gate of my hurricane fence then a over to Mrs. Angela’s house.

We walk up Mrs. Angela’s steps and then knock on her door.

She is wearing a red pants suit as she greets us, “Oh, it’s my favorite couple! Come on in. What brings y’all here?”

“We’re going to the country to see my family tomorrow, so we wanted to visit you for Christmas,” I say.

“And we are going see my family tonight,” Annabelle adds in.

“Y’all both seem unhappy about that,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Well, the fact that Annabelle is younger than my youngest sibling, my family might see me as a sicko.”

“And Oliver’s weird son Maurice will be visiting with my family.”

Mrs. Angela looks at me and says, “I don’t think your siblings will have any problems with you and Annabelle’s age difference once they see how much y’all love each other.”

She then looks at Annabelle and says, “What does Maurice do that makes him weird?”

“All he does is talk about video games and he cannot deal in reality. No one wants to hear about the video games. He’s twenty one but he acts twelve.”

“Don’t yall both like to write fiction?”

“Yes.” We reply in unison.

“Then why don’t you get down to his level and maybe you could teach him to write the story line to a whole new video game and then he would be a big success.”

“Well, that’s a good idea since he is the one who will be taking us to the rail passenger terminal,” Annabelle says.

“I look at Annabelle and say, “Maybe he could fix my computer when it is on the blink and in return I could teach him to write,” I add in.

“He custom builds high spec computers for his games, I’m sure he could. But then he would insult you, Johnny, for having an outdated computer,” Annabelle remarks.

“Does he work?”

“Yes. He’s a computer game salesman, but that’s all he talks about,”

“Well I hope there isn’t too much drama for y’all,” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, “Actually, I have some gifts for you, from me and Roger.”

“We have gifts for you and Roger as well,” Annabelle says.

I reach into the tote bag and give Mrs. Angela a Rock N Roll compilation CD album, then say, “See if this music brings back memories of when you and your husband were young.”

She puts the CD in her stereo system and the music begins to play.

“Yes it does bring back memories. Thank you Johnny!”

Annabelle then gives her a bottle of body wash.

She smells it and says, “Oh it’s Heavenly! Thank you Annabelle.”

Mrs. Angela then says, handing me a small wrapped box, “Now this is for you, Johnny from me and Roger.”

I open it and am now very happy. It is the Leatherman Style PS I’ve had my eyes on. I clip it to my belt loop and then say, “Roger must have seen me eying on this in the supply house. I bought him this Klein screwdriver set, because I saw him eying it in the supply house as well.”

Mrs. Angela then hands Annabelle a $40 Target gift card.

I look at Annabelle then say, “Bae you can buy some sexy clothes from there,”

“I think I will,” Annabelle says.

“Have some Christmas Punch with me,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Is it spiked?” Annabelle asks.

“Yes, but you need something to take the edge of your nerves off.”

“Okay, I’ll take some,” Annabelle giggles.

“I’ll take some too.” I add in.

“Not too much now,” Mrs. Angela says with a smirk.

We both drink a glass.

“Feeling better now?” Mrs. Angela asks.

Annabelle and I both nod.

We listen to the music and dance.

“Oh, if only my husband was here!” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, looking at us, “Be sure to always honor and cherish each other because y’all never know much time y’all will have together!” There is an awkward silence, then Mrs. Angela says, “There’s a Christmas movie being broadcast on television in a few minutes, why don’t y’all watch it with me?”

“Sure,” I say.

“We’d love to!” Annabelle says.

“It’s on CBS, set of my television for it, Johnny,” Mrs. Angela says.

I turn her televison on, tune it to the local CBS affiliate and then adjust the antennas as we sit and watch.

Mrs. Angela sits in her recliner and Annabelle and I sit on the sofa where we first met.

After the movie concludes, I look at my watch and Annabelle then says, “We need to get to my mom and Oliver’s apartment. Pray that thers is no drama, Mrs. Angela.”

“I sure will,” She replies, then walks us to the door and continues, “Y’all have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you!” We reply in unison.

We leave Mrs. Angela’s house and walk to the apartment complex.

We enter the grounds then walk up to the building and up the stairs.

We knock and we are greeted by Maurice with a laptop in his hand.

“Johnny and Annabelle are here!” He shouts.

“Let them in!” Debbie Lou shouts back from the kitchen.

We walk in.

“Could we exchange gifts now that they are here?” Maurice asks.

“Sure, why not?” Oliver replies.

I reach into my bag and pull out a Hyper Tough miniature tool set and hand it to Maurice as I say, “This is for you, in case you want to work on your computer.”

“Wow! Cool! Thanks man!”

“Thank Annabelle too, it’s from both of us,” I tell him.

He awakwardly hugs her and says, “Thanks sis!”

We then pull out a bottle of cherry wine and I say, “This is for Mrs. Debbie Lou,”

“Oh, y’all shouldn’t have!” Debbie Lou says, then opens it and pours a glass.

“And for Oliver,” Annabelle says, then I hand him a sports almanac.

“Cool!” He says and begins to read it.

They both hand us each a $100 Gift Card to Melinda’s.

I’m grateful but Annabelle rolls her eyes. But we still thank all of them.

Maurice goes back to watching gamers on YouTube.

Debbie gradully gets drunk on the wine.

Oliver puts on his reading glasses and is buried in the sports almanac.

Annabelle is extremely irritated and whispers to me, “You see that, we are not going to spend time as a family,”

I try to comfort her and, “At least it is peaceful, right.”

“You’re right, just hold me close to you,”

“I will hold you close to me all night…”

We snuggle on the sofa until everyone goes to bed.

We then walk to my house by the light of my flashlight.

After arriving home, we pack then sleep in each others’ arms…

Second Chances:
*THIS SERIES WAS BEGUN IN LATE DECEMBER OF 2019 AND SPORADICALLY WRITTEN THROUGHOUT 2020*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD MY MALE CHARACTER IS 32 GOING ON 33 AND MY FEMALE CHARACTER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
PART 1:
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look mY Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two room mates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d really like that!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with a happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two room mates’ good side because I want out relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a couple two liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up year ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city-there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I would definitely kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw well you may kiss me as soo as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not may, but must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some conditioner on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two room mates as a house warming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from The Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the fron of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up then get in line to check out.

Finally it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her room mates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and her are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re really disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until its almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her room mates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

PART 2:
The house that my girlfriend and her room mates 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 room mates. 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 room mate comes into the living room and says, “Our room mate 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 myself have been hurt before, 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 are tuned to the Music Choice Channel that plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other room mates 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 really 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 room mates 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 really sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two room mates 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 room mate says.

The other one tells me 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 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 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 in.

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

The other room mate 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 obviously 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 room mates then say, “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 in spite of 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 room mate 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 room mate says.

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

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing the 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 the dinner is served.

Happily we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two room mates 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 definitely want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on like 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. In fact, 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 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…


That is all I have for now.

I hope after reading these, that you, the reader, have a little more to be merry about this Christmas and that you indeed have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year in 2021!

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Two Lovers Attacked by Workers of Darkness

This story came to me in a dream I had in the early morning hours of November 18, 2020.

I haven’t had a dream like this that I can recall since maybe the age of 19.

My psychiatrist wants to help me analyze my dreams I have for the next month or so and to pick out the most outstanding ones to share with him during our sessions.

This is a romantic dream to a high degree but I will state for the record now that my lover in this dream is an unknown person. She could quite possibly be my future spouse, but she is someone with whom I think I have yet to be acquainted. I have been romantically interested in quite a few young ladies who fit similar to her description, but I know it is none of them.

A tactical flashlight is used as a life saving self defense weapon in this dream.  I clearly remember from the dream that the flashlight in question was a NiteCore i4000R, for those of you that are curious.

Without further ado, here is the story:

Everything seems to be going right in my life.

I am in love with a young, fair, and sweet SSBBW. Her feelings towards me are mutual, and this truth swells my heart with elation. We bring so much happiness to each other. My only regret is that we hadn’t met sooner.

Yes, we have found happiness in each other, but now we must need to go into hiding.

There are a false prophetess and her daughter who are after us. They want to kidnap and silence me. Much worse they want to shed my lover’s innocent blood. My speculation for their ill motives is that they feel high, but unjustly, offended, maybe even threatened by the content of what I write and share with the world. Furthermore, they harbor unmatched envy for my lover, well, frankly, because she is a lady and they are whores. I have kept tabs on these wicked women for years and I am very much aware of their deep hatred for the innocent and virtuous.

So, we built a makeshift shelter on my family’s property in the neighborhood I grew up in.

We walk on the property hand in hand under the light of a full moon.

Lovingly we embrace. We press our bodies against each other, then our lips become locked in an unforgettable kiss. Deeply we stare into each others’ eyes as we are overtaken by the tide of passion. We exchange several more kisses as our tongues wrestle one another.

“You complete me like no other human being dead or alive can!” I tell her with great confidence.

“Then let me complete you even more!” She replies with a hunger and thirst in her voice.

“You are a lady and I do revere you immensely!”

“Then give me what I need!”

“Are you sure?”

“More than ever before. Now let us go to the shelter compound at once!”

“Very well, my love. Say no more!”

“Lead the way.”

We begin to briskly walk to our hideout when there is a flash brighter than the midday sun. A fractional second passes and there is a cloud of vapor surrounding us. We both collapse to the ground blacking out.

Unknown to me how much time has passed, I come to and find myself deep in the woods.

I take to my feet and scan my surroundings noticing a dark altar in the middle of the clearing.

I call out my lover’s name but am only greeted by a sinister laugh.

The false prophetess, dressed in priestly robes, and her daughter, dressed in a brown wedding dress come marching towards me.

They present me with a document, a marriage contract, to sign.

I refuse.

The false prophetess grabs my chin and says, “If you want that little girl you are playing house with to live, you will sign this contract, thereby becoming the eternal husband of my daughter.”

“I will never love her nor will I ever consummate that marriage.”

“Never say never!” The false prophetess says with an evil grin.

“What do you satanic harlots want from me?”

The daughter speaks, in a cut and dry tone, “For you to honor your past and fulfill the obligations thereof!”

I think back to the days of when I dabbled in the dark arts and grimly realize what is now required of me.”

I hang my head in shame and defeat.

But then, I am filled with a glimmer of hope as I realize that my tactical flashlight is still in my pants pocket.

So, I tell the false prophetess, “You’re right I am required to honor my past. In hopes that my lover will live, I shall humbly submit to your proposition.” I reach in my pocket for my tactical flashlight as I continue speaking, “As a measure of good faith, I will sign that document with my favorite pen, making it ever more binding.”

The false prophetess gleefully smiles as she holds the top of the contract with her left hand and the bottom with her right hand. I continue to reach for what they think is my favorite pen.

Slowly, I move.

There is a great tension in the night air.

Tarrying no more, I quickly deploy my tactical flashlight instead of my pen, then activate the high powered strobe shining it right into the false prophetess’ eyes. She turns her head away and I begin to jab her head and body multiple times with the crowned bezel of my flashlight. She growls and hisses in pain and anger, dropping the document and falling to the forest floor.

She is down but only for the moment.

I breathe a sigh of relief, but then she comes up again and advances at me. She attempts to sexually molest me. I pretend to be vulnerable just enough so she can let her guard down, then I see a clear path to strike on her, so I connect and deliver my fatal blow to her with my flashlight. She collapses gasping for air and coughing up blood. I will not publicly disclose the tactics of which I use to turn a flashlight into a lethal weapon.

As the false prophetess breathes her last breath, her daughter flees in cowardly terror. I rip the marriage contract to mere shreds and fragments, then I destroy that unholy altar, upsetting every stone that it was built upon.

But now I realize how I must find my lover before my unholy bride finds her.

Frantically, I search for her and call out her name.

Bitter anguish grips my heart increasingly each time I call her name and hear nothing in return.

Suddenly I wake up, alone in my bed, and collect my thoughts…

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Laundry Day-An Online Romance

Ezra woke up in the very late morning.

After lying for several minutes on his couch, thinking about Sadie, he prepared his breakfast of two fried eggs sunny side up, a slice of toast with sugar-free raspberry jam, and a drink of coffee, chicory, and hot milk.

After breakfast was ready, he sat in his kitchen eating and drinking while listening to his countertop scanner.

Two boat captains were coordinating their movements on the Intracoastal Waterway, one was of a towboat with six loaded barges in tow and the other was a tugboat by itself. They were also communicating with other vessels in the area.

Ezra had now finished breakfast and placed his dishes in the sink, but wanted to continue listening in. However, knew he had to do his laundry for the week.

So, he reached into his EDC backpack and pulled out his portable scanner, then set it to monitor the VHF Marine Band. he placed it in his right front pocket

He then took $3.25 worth of quarter-dollar coins from his safe and placed them in his back pocket.

Afterward, Ezra retrieved his laundry basket and bottle of detergent along with his smartphone and everything else, then walked down to the laundromat.

He unlocked the door, then found a washing machine that wasn’t in use, so he loaded it with his clothing and detergent, then placed the $1.75 worth of quarters in and started it.

While his load of clothes was washing, Ezra sat on a bench and listened to marine traffic on his portable scanner.

He heard a bridge tender notifying all mariners of the lunch rush hour curfew in effect.

Ezra listened to other marine channels where he heard some fishing boat captains speaking in Vietnamese.

He also heard dockyard mechanics coordinating with the servicing of boat engines.

Finally, his clothes were washed, so he switched them to a dryer that wasn’t in use and put the remaining $1.50 worth of quarters into the coin slot, and started it.

He continued listening to his scanner when Sadie called.

“Hey baby,” He answered.

“Hey you,” She replied.

“What’s going on?”

“My cousin and her boyfriend are here and I have you on speakerphone.”

“Well, hi everyone!” Ezra said.

“Hi,” Alyssa said.

“What up?” Nicky Joe added in.

“Oh, I’m down in the laundromat watching my clothes dry.”

“What are your intentions with my cousin?” Alyssa asked.

“Well, let me first say that I think she is the most beautiful young lady, I have ever seen and that I have a tremendous amount of reverence for her. I will also admit that I am indeed falling for her, but my intentions are to treat her like a queen, to shower her with affection, to be there for her in any way I can, and hopefully one day to marry her!”

“I see. You know she weighs over four hundred pounds, right?”

“Yes. I know. And I adore every pound curve and inch of her! You see, the thing is I like super-sized ladies. A skinny female would not make me happy, but someone Sadie’s size would make me happier than ever.”

“You’re sick!” Alyssa interjected.

“Don’t listen to her, Ezra, you’re very sweet! She’s just jealous,” Sadie added in.

“Thank you, baby!” Ezra answered.

“Oh, yeah, like I am jealous. Dream on!” Alyssa said.

There was an awkward silence, then Ezra’s scanner began picking up two fishing boats communicating.

“Who’s that in the background?” Alyssa asked.

“I’m listening to boat traffic on my scanner.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Alyssa asked.

“Because he likes boats. He takes some cool pictures of them too!” Sadie said.

“Yes. And it keeps me out of trouble.”

“Can you hear the cops on that scanner?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, I can’t. It’s an older model and I don’t listen to the cops anyway.”

“Mine can hear the cops but I got to keep it on the DL.” Nicky Joe added in.

“Listening to the cops is depressing to me because it’s always hearing about all the bad stuff going on. I’d much rather listen to boat traffic, nothing wrong with that,” Ezra said.

“Hey, dawg, whatever, to each his own,” Nicky Joe replied, then asked, “What kind of ride you got?”

“A 1985 Jeep Comanche which I am very proud of! I restored it myself.” Ezra answered.

“I customized my ride, I have a 1999 GMC Yukon with twenty-six-inch rims and a dope sound system!” Nicky Joe said.

“Mine is all pretty standard, but it’s still fun to drive,” Ezra humbly stated.

“You pack any heat?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, my psychiatrist won’t clear me for a concealed carry permit,” Ezra answered sheepishly.

“I gotcha. I can’t get a concealed carry permit either, because of my record, but I still pack heat. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what I can or can’t carry.” Nicky Joe brazenly said.

“I have found other legal ways to defend myself though,” Ezra answered.

“Like what, dawg?” Nicky Joe asked with curiosity.

“Oh that’s top-secret,” Ezra answered with confidence.

“He sounds dangerous,” Alyssa added in.

“He’s not. He’s really sweet and in a lot of ways reminds me of my Daddy,” Sadie added in.

“I think he’s a loser, what do you think, bae?” Alyssa said.

“He seems lame, but maybe he’s good for Sadie, there’s someone for everyone,” Nicky Joe added in.

“We don’t have to take this, I’m going to my room, both of you can leave now,” Sadie said with anger and frustration.

Sadie left the living room then slammed her bedroom door and locked it.

“Ezra, I’m sorry they said those things about you and I hope you still want me,” Sadie told him.

“Of course I still want you. I just hope the rest of your family is more accepting,”

“They will be, I’m almost sure of it, especially once they see how sweet you are and how you make me happy.”

“Do I make you happy though?”

“Oh, yes. Like more than ever!”

“Could it be, then, that they are jealous of us? I mean you said how Alyssa was always in competition with you and maybe she sees that I make you happy, so maybe she wants to sabotage our relationship.”

“I think you’re right, baby.”

“And Nicky Joe and I don’t have anything in common, but I wouldn’t call him lame as he did to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry he said that. I think you’re wonderful, though, so forget him.”

“His opinion of me doesn’t carry any weight as far as I’m concerned, but your opinion of me carries the weight of the universe.”

“Well, then the whole universe is in your favor because I couldn’t ask for a better man than you!”

“I’m falling even more for you, Sadie Claire Macbride!”

“And I am falling just as much for you, Ezra Lee Toussaint!”

“Don’t ever worry about Alyssa or Nicky Joe again, because it’s like you pointed out, they are jealous and they want to sabotage our relationship. Deep down Alyssa thinks that because I’m so fat, I don’t deserve happiness and she sees that I am happier than her, despite most men choosing her body over mine and it fills her with envy.”

“Well, I want you by my side forever!”

“And I will be!” Sadie paused, then continued, “Hey, would you mind me reading some of the stories from the blogger that I subscribe to? His work always gave me hope that I would find someone and now I have, because of you.”

“Sure. I’ll switch my scanner off and you can entertain me while my clothes dry.”

“Awesome, these stories have really helped me.”

Alyssa began to read the stories out loud to Ezra.

He hung on to her every word, falling even more for her.

He continued listening, then finally said when she came to a stopping point, “It’s as if he knows both of us because I can relate to many of his characters.”

“So can I!” Sadie said with vindication.

“I only wish I could write like him, though.”

“It’s okay. Maybe when we have children, and they are having a tough time we can read his blog to them as well.”

“You actually see that much of a future with me?!”

“Yes, most definitely! And so much more too!” Sadie paused and, then continued, “I hope that’s okay with you.”

“It’s wonderful. I am the happiest man on the planet. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Well, there’s this beautiful young lady from Alabama that I am absolutely crazy about. She has long reddish blonde hair. She stands about five feet. She has a very sexy body that I want to kiss every inch of! She is so sweet too! And she is mine all mine! Who is this beautiful young lady?”

“ME!” Sadie replied with joy.

“And don’t ever forget it!”

“I won’t!”

The dryer then buzzed indicating that Ezra’s clothes were dry.

“What was that loud sound?” Sadie asked.

“The dryer telling me that my clothes are done. I need to bring them back up to my apartment, then I need to also check my blood sugar.”

“You will call me later, though, right?”

“Of course, what time would you like me to call?”

“Well call me at eight o’clock tonight and every night after that, but you can also call me in the morning, whenever you wake up if you want. I have to eat lunch anyway, because I’m really hungry.”

“Well then you, please eat! I will do everything I need to do, then I will call you at eight o’clock tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Until then, just know that I want you by my side forever!”

“And you just know that I will be!”

“Okay, bye baby.”

“Bye.”

Back to “An Online Romance”

Island Drama (Sequel to “Scanner Drama”)

I initially wrote this around July 4-5, 2005 and have subsequently edited it every now and then. If the material seems dated that is because it does indeed take place in July of 2005 on the he fictitious but sovereign Archangel Island located somewhere in the Tropical Pacific.  This island state has been fighting off pirates and insurgents since its inception in the mid to late 1990s. Now the war monger president George Walker Bush has declared war on the young nation of Archangel Island because it harbors American defectors dissidents seeking asylum there. Grant West and Adrianna Parker are two of those defectors and have begun a new life for themselves with Grant helping provide security for cargo freighters and Adrianna working in a government nursery.  Their life will now be severely disrupted because of this illegal and unjust war.

In order to better understand this story, please: Read the Prequel

Without further ado, here is the story:

…Archangel Island…

…July 2005…

T’was a hot summer evening on Archangel Island. A red sunset was shining over the ocean. Grant West and Adrianna Parker were lying on the warm sands together when a middle-aged man approached them.

He spoke, “Get some good rest tonight, West. Tomorrow; we are going out to sea,” He paused then continued ¨You see that sun, `Red sky at night sailor’s delight, red sky in the morning sailor’s warning.'”

Grant answered “Yes sir I’ll be ready. I just need to spend some time with my special girl. AS for that rhyme, where I come from we say `When egrets take flight, foul weather in sight’.”

The man answered, “Ah I understand. I remember when I was YOUNG like you two. I’ll go now.” He paused, then continued “But; I want you to be at the docks 0600 hours sharp tomorrow morning. Bring your weapons and gear and be sure to set your watch.” He then left.

Adrianna leaned against Grant and said, “How many DAYS will you be gone?”

“I don’t know, it depends on how much arms we will be loading and how many ports we dock at. I will be thinking of you and missing you. You can go up to the LIGHThouse and look for us. I will carry my radio on me, and I will buy you a radio so we can keep in touch.”

“That radio wouldn’t replace you, Grant, no one or thing in THE WORLD could do that.”

Grant looked at her with exceeding PASSIONS and said, “Well Adrianna you are so sweet and hot and loving and BEAUTIFUL and the list goes on and on. When I will hear your voice while I’m out on the water, I will close my eyes and imagine you are there. The crew might have to adjust the controls of that boat until it TURNS around because I’ve gone crazy. Crazy for you, that is.”

Adrianna said with concern, “Oh, Grant, don’t do that, you would get fired.”

“Maybe, but when I get back our bed will be rocking more than that boat ever has, even in the worst of storms.”

“Well just don’t do it in front of ALL those CHILDREN I’ll be looking after.”

Grant looked up at the sky put his arm around Adrianna and said, “We have made ONE good LIFE for ourselves here. To think I was a wanted criminal. Now I protect men and cargo from pirates and insurgents while you work at a nursery.”

The mosquitoes were starting so they decided to head into their dwelling. After locking the door, Grant and Adrianna went into their bed and cuddled. All the lights were turned off and the only way they could see the full moon reflected upon the ocean and into their window. Grant ran his fingers through Adrianna’s hair. She smiled at him and kissed him, then petted him on his face. A cool breeze was blowing in from off the ocean and into their screened window. They were both shivering and held each other close together. Grant unbuttoned Adrianna’s shirt, and then pulled it off. He started rubbing her smooth, pale, creamy skin gently. From the feeling of Grant’s masculine hands on her skin and the cool breeze blowing in, her nipples became erect. Grant kissed Adrianna on her chest and neck. Adrianna giggled teasingly at Grant as she unbuttoned his pants and shirt. Grant put his hands up her skirt and untied it. Her skirt fell to the floor. He rubbed her bottom gently AS he started pulling down her panties. Adrianna threw them on top of Grant’s head as she laughed. She then pulled down Grant’s boxers. They admired each others’ bodies for just a moment, then climbed and covered between the sheets. They rolled around in the sheets hugging and kissing each other passionately, as they made love. Both were moaning and sighing with pleasure as they were overcome by each other. After climaxing several times, they slept between the cool sheets. Grant lay intimately close up against Adrianna with her arms and legs around him. Morning came quickly. The pink light was barely making it through the dense fog. Grant stood up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom and started to dress as Adrianna quietly lay in bed asleep. He finished dressing and walked out of the dwelling. On his way out he gently kissed Adrianna on her forehead. He headed to the supply store and walked in.

The owner of the store greeted him and asked, “How can I help you?” The man had several scars on his face and missing teeth.
Grant answered him pulling out his radio “I work on a boat and I am going out to sea today. I want to keep in contact with my girl. Would you carry any radio that is compatible with this one?”

The man examined Grant’s radio and said, “Certainly do. You see these devices talk through our satellite. As long as you both are in the range of it you can talk to each other. Several businesses on the island got together and launched it so they could have a practical way of keeping in touch. We also use the satellite for defense operations.” The owner went to the back of the store and came back with a package. Grant went to pay for the radio when the shop owner pointed down at a combat knife under the glass counter. He said, “If you are going out to sea you will also want to buy one of these.”

He handed the knife to Grant, who looked at it then said “It is a nice knife, I think it will do well with the rest of my gear.¨

The owner replied ¨I’ve heard about you, taking out four thugs with almost just your wits. You remind me of me when I was much younger. I think you will make a decent asset to guarding our logistics. I used to do the very thing, but now I work with arms dealers, and I supply the island with tactical gear.¨ Grant simply nodded then paid for both items and walked out of the store.

The middle-aged man from the previous evening followed Grant out of the shop and approached him “Hello my name is Blaze. I could not help but overhear your conversation.”

Grant shook his hand once again.

“The captain has told me about you. Stick with me and you will be fine.”

“Well let me go tell my girlfriend goodbye and then I will be reporting for work. I’ll meet you at the port.”

Grant walked back to his dwelling. He unlocked and opened the door and met Adrianna. She was still in her nightclothes.

He hugged her and kissed her immediately, then said, “Here you go Adrianna this is the radio I told you about. We can keep in touch now. Grant handed it to her and she set it down on the nightstand.

“It is a somewhat reassurance, but not a replacement of you Grant. I don’t know if I could stand being alone without you.”

“I know it will be lonely, but at least we can hear each other’s voice no matter where we are. I know I would go insane if I couldn’t hear you talk to me.”

Grant packed several pairs of tee shirts, pants, socks, boots, razors with lather and aftershave, his long tactical flashlight with its belt holster, his new combat knife in its scabbard, and his communications radio.

“Grant you sure are BOLD you know that. You’re risking your life going out on that dangerous water. Since you got me that radio, I want you to talk to me every chance you get. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll grow RESTLESS.”

Grant looked at Adrianna soberly and gently said “I must go now, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Adrianna threw her arms around Grant. Grant kissed her passionately and held her for just a moment longer. They both opened their eyes and then backed from each other.

Adrianna said, “Be safe Grant. I love you so much!”

He kissed her once more and replied, “I love you too,” then left their dwelling.

He walked out to the dock where all the others were starting to arrive. He attached his radio, flashlight, and knife to his belt.

Blaze saw Grant and said, “Come here man, it’s time to report to work.”

The captain was standing amid all of them. He spoke, “Good morning everyone. I am a man of few words. We shall be leaving shortly and will be stationed on a patrol boat to escort a cargo freighter on the high seas. We will anchor on the high seas as the freighter goes into foreign ports to pick up the goods we are purchasing. We will continue to escort the cargo freighter once it returns to our position on the high seas. Make sure each of you has a knife, and be sure you know how to use it. I hope that we will have no casualties on this trip, but I can’t promise anything. Your duties are to protect your fellow crew members and all the cargo we are carrying at all costs. Remember, all of you are permitted to use lethal force, if necessary. That is all. God bless.”

Grant secured his belongings and boarded the boat along with the other men. The engine was started and not long after a course was plotted and they headed out to sea. The ride was mostly smooth AS the boat was cruising all of them were sitting out on the deck, keeping a watch for attackers. Grant kept to himself. He was listening to his radio, in case Adrianna would call. After not hearing her for a while, he realized that she was at work taking care of children.

Blaze sat near Grant and offered him a cigarette.

Grant shook his head, then replied, “Smoking causes erectile dysfunction and I want to be a lover to Adrianna as long as possible.”

“I fully understand. Best you don’t get addicted anyway.”

“I do have a question, though.”

“Ask away.”

“Tell me, Blaze. Why do all these foreigners attack us?”

“They are jealous of us. Our sovereignty is undeniable proof of their incompetence and failures and that makes us detestable in their sight. These foreigners do not have access to much money so their boats are not heavily armed. They sure know how to fight hand to hand though. You see that radio, never tell your location on there. Those foreigners monitor our satellite communications. They come out of nowhere on small boats and try to steal our cargo. They come onto our boats and attack. Thankfully we know how to fight back. Remember Grant it is legal to do anything to those attackers once they climb aboard. I execute them and use the fleshly remains of their bodies for crab bait.”

Grant then showed his long tactical flashlight to Blaze and said, “I once smashed a bully’s windpipe with this. It could effectively stop someone with a knife or better yet hand to hand, due to the blunt force it provides.”

“I heard about that when you defected from The States and applied for asylum here on Archangel Island. Very impressive.”

“Thank you, sir!”

“I was able to read the news reports about you from The States as well.”

“How’d you do that?”

“Our Defense Intelligence Service shared it with me when I was commanded to mentor you.”

“How did they portray me?”

“Most of them were thirsting for your blood but a very select few were singing your praises.”

“Somehow I am not surprised.”

“Try not to let it get to you. As long as we maintain our sovereignty, you will be safe.”

Grant nodded.

“Now, another hour and our shifts are over,” Blaze told Grant.

Grant kept a sharp eye on the lookout for attackers and the sun was beginning to set.

Blaze looked at his watch and said, “That’s it-the shift has ended. Get some food and rest.”

Blaze and Grant walked into the galley and were fed a meal of deep-fried cod fillets, thick fried potatoes, coleslaw, and a premium crafted cola to drink.”
After Grant had eaten and drank his fill he went to the top of the boat, pulled out his radio, and called Adrianna.

She was just getting into the big empty bed when she heard his voice, “Hello Adrianna, are you there?”

Adrianna replied “Yes I am here. Where are you right now?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say, we have enemies listening in on us as we speak.”

“You are okay though-right?”

“Yes, I am fine. I just got off of my shift. It was a good first day. How was yours.”

“Well, I think I am pretty good with THE CHILDREN. I had fun today and the pay is decent. I never thought I could make this much money doing this kind of work.”

“Yes, my love I think we will like it here.”

The letters AI1COMM in Morse code followed Grant’s transmission. A synthesized computer voice came in and said, “Please keep the satellite communication brief.”

Grant then said, “We cannot talk too long, our Rescue and Defense services use this satellite for their communications also.”

Adrianna replied, “Okay I don’t want us to get in trouble. We can talk later, baby.”

“I guess we could talk for a little while later, but I love you as much as ever.”

“I love you too, Grant.”

The call was then disconnected.

Grant walked down to the sleeping quarters of the boat and placed his radio in his pocket and went to sleep. He dreamed of Adrianna. Meanwhile, she put her radio in the charger and crawled in between the cool sheets of the empty bed, and went to sleep to dream of Grant.

The next morning Adrianna woke up to the crash of thunder and the splashing of rain. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. She walked out all dressed up as the rain was still coming down hard. Adriana put her raincoat on, grabbed her radio, and walked out of the dwelling to her work. Hours passed. The rain had stopped and the sun started to shine. Adrianna took the children outside then tuned her radio to the satellite up-link frequency. She keyed it up and called for Grant.

Grant heard the call signal coming through as he was preparing to begin his shift for the day.

He answered, “Hello Adrianna, my baby.”

Adrianna replied “I miss you so much. I am constantly thinking about you.”

“Well, I would like to take you into my arms right now and make the purest, sweetest, most passionate love to you.”

“Grant watch your mouth. Those kids might be able to hear my radio.”

“They will understand when they are our age.”

A little girl was approaching Adrianna, so she told Grant, “I have to go right now Grant, there is a little girl that needs my help right now.”

“Okay, I will talk to you at the end of this shift. I love you, Adrianna.”

“I love you too, Grant.”

The call was disconnected.

Grant soon began his shift, keeping a watch for pirates.

Adrianna looked at the little girl and said, “Allie, what’s the matter?”

Allie replied, “Some mean boys are picking on Romey. They want to beat him up I think.”

“Thank you for telling me, now just stay right here,” Adrianna thought of how Grant was jumped when they were in the States. She had an idea that would prove to be successful.

She walked up to Romey and said, “Romey come with me.”

The other boys started to make noise as if they thought Romey was in trouble.

She then told him, “Now I have heard that those boys wanted to hurt you. Is that true?”

Romey looked down at the ground and said, “Yes it’s true. I just want them to leave me alone.”

Adrianna replied, “Well come play over here with Allie and me.”

Romey smiled and nodded. They walked back to where Allie was standing.

Adrianna said, “Could I talk to Allie in private for just a few seconds?”

Romey, replied, “Sure I guess.”

Adrianna told Romey, “Just stay where I can see you.”

Romey went a few feet away and closed his ears.

Adrianna told Allie, “I need you to be Romey’s friend AS he doesn’t have any. I would appreciate it if you would just go play with him. It would be good for him to have someone like you to play with and talk to.”

Allie smiled and said, “Sure, I would be happy to do that. Romey is a nice boy and he is so cute but those others are mean to him.”

Adrianna then called Romey over. He came up to her and she said, “Romey, you and Allie go play together. Don’t go too far from me.”

Allie said, “Come on Romey we can go swing together.”

They swung together for a few minutes, then Allie said, “Let’s go play with Miss Adrianna.”

Romey nodded in agreement. They walked up to her.

Allie asked, “Will you play with us?”

“Sure, Allie, what do you want to play?”

“Let’s play with your radio,” Allie said with excitement.

Adrianna replied, “That’s not a toy.”

Allie made a face of disappointment.

Romey then asked, “What do you use it for?”

Adrianna replied, “I use it to talk to my boyfriend, while he is out at sea.”

Romey replied, “That’s so cool. Allie we could play those phones in the toy box.”

Allie replied, “Yeah Romey, we can pretend that I am Miss Adrianna, and you are her boyfriend out at sea.” Adrianna giggled and said, “OK you two, just stay where I can see you.”

‎ The Defense Intelligence Services alerted the officials, who forwarded the critical information to the population that Archangel Island might soon be under attack.

The sirens started blaring and Adrianna ran up to Romey and Allie, then grabbed both of their hands. She ran with them down to the bunker. Adrianna and the other workers escorted the rest of the children down. When all were in Adrianna found Romey and Allie.

Allie asked, “What is going on?”

Adrianna replied “President Bush is preparing the American forces to attack our island and our fleets. I need both of you to cooperate and do what we tell you. Both of you stick together in case something should happen to me.”

Romey blurted out, “That durn Bush!”

Allie oblivious to the situation giggled a little.

So did Adrianna but she then said soberly, “I’m an American defector and so is my boyfriend and we don’t like him either, Romey.”

Allie replied as she started crying, “I don’t want them to take you away.”

Romey said, “I’ll fight them if they try to take you or your boyfriend away.”

Adrianna hugged them both and said, “They might have to take me away. Romey, promise me that you will not try to attack the Americans, because they will beat you and lock you up.”

All three had tears in their eyes.

Grant came through over the radio, “Adrianna, is everything all right over there?”

Adrianna replied, “I am all right as are the children, we are just shaken up.”

Grant replied, “We are coming home, so the Americans don’t attack any of our ships. I’m told that several arms dealers will arm us and drop the supplies via air. Some mercenary pilots have decided to guard our airspace, but I will soon be reassigned.”

Adrianna said, “Grant please be safe. I love you so much.”

Grant answered, “I love you too Adrianna.”

A transmission from the communications headquarters came through. It was the voice of a woman, which said, “Keep the satellite communications clear except for necessary traffic.”

Time passed by slowly. There was total silence in the bunker, but the air was filled with anxiety. Thirty-six hours later the fleet of boats docked. Grant got off and ran to the daycare center. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a guard from the Archangel Island Government.

He asked Grant, “What is your purpose here?” Grant replied, “My girlfriend, Adrianna Parker, works here and I need to see her.”
The guard replied, “Follow me.”

Grant entered the bunker. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on Adrianna. He ran up to her and they kissed.

The guard said “You two can both go home, for right now. Grant be prepared to fight soon. Adrianna, don’t go too far. We might need you to help the children.”

Grant and Adrianna walked to their dwelling. They settled in when the telephone rang. It was Blaze, he said “Report back to the government headquarters building in the morning. Bring your knife and radio. Also; you must buy a pistol and an assault rifle. We will be organized into security platoons to guard the island. I have been named the leader of our platoon. The good news is, you get to go home every day. The bad news is, we will probably be invaded. Get everything in order now.”

Grant broke the news he just heard to Adrianna.

Adrianna started sobbing as she threw her arms around him. There was a silence as they both climbed into bed. They held each other somberly and then started to make love with great emotion. After experiencing passionate intimacy once again, they snuggled together and were soon asleep.

Morning came all too quickly and bitterly.

Adrianna told Grant, “I can’t lose you.”

“I will do my best AS I have no other choice.”

Both were crying at this point.

Grant looked at Adrianna deeply, knowing he might never see her again if an invasion indeed occurred and he was killed in action.

He kissed her passionately and hugged her with a tight grip. They held each other closely.

There was then a knock at the door.

They both answered it and were greeted by Blaze

“Grant it’s time to go,” He said.

Grant nodded with a somber look.

“I love you so much, Adrianna!”

“I love you too, Grant!” They hugged and kissed one final time.

Then Grant walked out of the door. Adrianna watched them walk until they disappeared into the fog…

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Christmas Day Part Two-Second Chances

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 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 drink but we give pieces of our meals to each other.

After we are finished, we use the restrooms 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 others’ 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 passions.

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 roommates’ 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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