Excerpts from my Story “The Texfile”

I initially thought of writing this back in December of 2005, while walking around the Houma suburb of Bayou Cane.

I wrote it in late 2005 and most of 2006, then deleted it.

I wrote it again and modernized it in 2017, but I have yet to totally finish it.

Let me caution the reader and say that some of this may be offensive, especially to anyone who is an adherent of any sort of Pentecostal teaching.

I’m am NOT attacking any particular church at all by writing this piece.

The church in this story is totally made up but based on several Pentecostal and Chariamatic churches I have observed that are borderline cult.

I am a Believer in Christ and I mostly gravitate towards Baptist doctrine, because I find it to be most conformed with The Bible and I find that they are friendly and good natured Christian people.

With that being said, I was inspired to write this when I realize that many Pentecostal denominations and fragmented churches teach things that go against The Bible and the people can be downright cruel, especially to outsiders.

By writing this, I’m not trying to cause division in the Body of Christ, rather, I am trying to point out things I feel needed to be pointed out and God please forgive if I am wrong.

I will admit that I wish there would be a church that teaches sound doctrine and Biblical principles like the Baptists do, but also encourage [true] Spiritual gifts like [some] Pentecostal and Charismatic churches do. We probably won’t see a church like that on this side of Glory though.

I hope you, the reader, are entertained and informed, but please forgive in advance if you are the least bit offended.

My main characters also sin. They do indeed cohabitate, but only because it is the young man, Grayson, rescuing his girlfriend, Anna, from an abusive situation and never once do they fornicate. The story concludes with Grayson proposing marriage to Anna from his hospital bed, but I haven’t had the chance to get that part into text yet.

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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 peanut
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 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.”
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Grayson paused, then continued, “What are you doing later
tonight?”

“I’m supposed to go to youth group.”

“Right, and if you didn’t go, you would get a beating.”

“Yes, and my family would be expelled from the church.”

“Dang, because I would definitely like to see you again.”

“I would like to see you again too!”

“Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? I’m sure that would be
more fun than youth service, right?”

“I don’t know. If I did that, my parents would be livid. They would
beat the daylights out of me.”

“Are you happy? Do you parents really make you happy? Does that
insane church make you happy?”

There was quite an awkward silence following Grayson’s piercing
question.

Finally, Anna broke the silence and replied, “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.”

“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!”

“It would be worth a shot.”

They smiled at each other, followed by a brief silence.

Then, Anna said, “Grayson, I have a confession to make: I didn’t
really have to sneeze, I just wanted to get your attention. I thought
you were good looking, but I didn’t know how to just get up and talk to
you. Sorry, but I just feel the need, to be honest with you now.”

“Wow! That was really cute and sweet of you. Not too many women or
girls are attracted to me, for whatever reason, but I’m definitely glad
that you are. I want to know more about you.”

“Well, you know I am eighteen. I’m also a senior at Melody High
School. In my free time I like to write, but if my parents knew about
the stuff I wrote, they’d destroy every copy and then, of course, beat
the daylights out of me.”

“You know you can press charges if they destroy your writing and
especially if they beat you.”

“But then I would break one of the Ten Commandments, by not honoring
my parents. I don’t want to to go hell.”

“I don’t think you would go to hell. You see, the Ten Commandments
were not written to show you how to save yourself, but to prove that you
cannot save yourself. No one can keep the law, that’s why Jesus Christ
offered grace on the Cross at Calvary.”

“Wow. I’ve never heard anything like that at the church I go to.”

“I can back it up with the Bible too because it’s frequently
mentioned in Paul’s Letters. The four Gospels carry this message as
well.”

“I like the way you preach, though I never thought I’d hear those
words come out of you when I saw that beer in your hand. However, I still
like hearing them from you. Could you tell me more about yourself?”

“Well you know I am twenty-two. I work as a fleet mechanic for the
Melody dockyards. I work the 6 AM to 2 PM shift weekdays, repairing and
maintaining the cranes, trucks and forklifts and any other machine that
breaks.”

“Wow, you must make good money then.”

Grayson blushed, then said, “Well, I don’t like to brag, but yes, I
do. I’ve been wanting someone to spend it on for a long time. I’m kind
of hoping that someone could be you.”

Anna blushed, smiled brightly, then nodded.
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[Grayson humbly stated,] “…I’ve been wanting someone for a
long time.”

“I would gladly be that someone, it’s just I just have to get away
from my parents.”

Grayson held Anna’s hands and said, “You just let me know if you
need any help with that.”

Anna simply nodded and smiled.

As they held hands, Grayson’s G-Shock watch beeped. Grayson briefly
glanced at it the display, which indicated Four PM.

Anna asked, “Grayson, what time is it?”

“Four O’Clock.”

“Then I have to get home now so I can bathe and be clean for the
youth service.”

Grayson replied, “Why don’t you go home, bathe, then pretend to the youth service, but instead come to my place?”

“Sure but how could you pick me up without my parents knowing?”

“Easy. Instead of going to church, meet me back here. I won’t drink
any more alcohol this afternoon, so I’ll be fit to drive by the time you
get back.”

“Youth service starts at seven and lasts until ten.”

“Good, I’ll have plenty of time to sober up, then.”

“I guess I’ll see you later, then, right?”

“It’s a date. Well more than a date.”

Grayson and Anna hugged each other sweetly; then Anna left.

Grayson then walked back to the bar.

The bartender asked him, “Another Budweiser?”

“Negative. Just Wild Cherry Pepsi with no ice. I’m trying to sober
up.”

“Coming up.”
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Back at the bar, Grayson had drunk five or six glasses of Wild Cherry
Pepsi and was keeping sharp eyes on his watch. It indicated 6:45 PM. He
went to the men’s room to relieve his bladder, then walked back to the
bar.

“Come on Anna! Where are you?!” He said to himself with great
frustration. What made it more agonizing is that he had absolutely no
way of contacting her. He sat and stared out of the glass of the
entrance door. Finally, he saw Anna coming on her bicycle. He briefly
saw up her skirt as she was peddling and was highly turned on, but then
collected himself.

Anna locked her bicycle then entered the restaurant. Grayson
welcomed her with open arms. She ran up to him and he hugged her and
picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and they awkwardly stared
into each other’s eyes smiling.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” Grayson asked.

“Let’s go.”

Anna was hesitant then she asked, “Where will I put my bike?”

“In the bed of my truck, of course,” Grayson replied.

Anna smiled and said, “Sounds like a plan.”

With that Grayson paid off his tab and they walked out.

Anna unlocked her bicycle then Grayson lifted it into the bed of his
truck and closed the tail-gate. He then opened the passenger door for
her and helped her in. He accidentally saw up her skirt again and was
extremely turned on. However, he regained his composure and then walked
to the driver side and entered. Grayson started his truck and headed for
his cabin.

Upon arriving at the property, he asked Anna, “Would you like to try
driving my truck around the fields? I can teach you.”

Anna smiled and hesitantly nodded.

“Are you sure?” Grayson asked, then continued, “I don’t want to
make you uncomfortable.”

“I was taught at church that it is sinful and worldly to drive a
vehicle.”

“Well your parents would freak if they knew what I did for a living,
wouldn’t they?”

“They definitely would, but that wouldn’t be the only reason they
would freak. I don’t care though because you’re so much better looking
and nicer than any of the men at my church.”

Grayson blushed then asked, “So would you like to try driving? I’ll
guide you.”

“Sure thing.”

Grayson stopped his truck and parked it, then got out of the driver
door and Anna slid over to the driver side. He then entered on the
passenger side.

Both fastened their seatbelts and Grayson told Anna, “Put your right
foot on the brake pedal, that’s the one that’s a horizontal rectangle.”

Anna smiled from ear to ear and applied the brakes.

“Now pull the shift stick until you see the letter D light up on my
instrument panel.

Anna pulled the stick curiously, then watched the letters moved from
P to R to N to D.

“Now, gently Anna, remove your foot from the brake pedal and keep
your hands on the wheel.”

The truck began to slowly move.

“I’m scared, Grayson!” Anna said, nervously.

“Don’t be scared, I’m guiding you,” Grayson replied with
reassurance.

Anna drove the truck all the way to the property line, when Grayson
said, “Okay, now turn around and go to the other end of the property,
but give it a little gas. Press the pedal that looks like a vertical
rectangle.”

Anna turned around and the truck picked up speed.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a jerking.

“What was that?” She asked, petrified.

“That’s just the engine backfiring. I’ve been meaning to fix that.”

They passed in front of a beautiful wooden house, where Anna asked,
“Is that your cabin?”

“It sure is. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure. I think I drove enough for tonight.”

“All right then press the brake slowly until the truck stops.”

Anna stopped the truck.

“Now you remember how to park it, right?”

Anna nodded, then parked the truck.

Grayson switched the engine and headlights off, took his keys out
then exited the passenger door.

He walked around the front of the truck, pulled his Pelican 1920
penlight out of his side pocket. As Grayson illuminated the ground, he
walked to the driver side door and opened it for Anna. She swung her
legs out and again, he was flashed and saw directly up her denim skirt.
Grayson was extremely attracted to what he saw but suppressed his urges
yet again because he revered Anna. He then helped her out of his truck
and they walked into his cabin by the beam of his penlight.

They stepped into the living room and then the kitchen.

Grayson asked, “What do you think?”

“It’s lovely.”

“What would you like to do?”

“Well, I don’t know.”
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“Do you want to see my balcony?” Grayson asked after they caught
their breath.

“Sure.”

“Well, then follow me upstairs.”

Hand in hand they walked to the second floor of Grayson’s cabin, then
stepped out on his balcony. Grayson clapped his hands and all of the
amber colored LED lights came on.

“This is where I come when I want to be alone and contemplate my
life. I usually sit down, have a beer or a few shots of whiskey and just
think.”

“It’s beautiful here Grayson. I would love to take my composition
books and write all kinds of stories and poems because there’s so much
inspiration.”

“It’s nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

Slowly their lips met and they began to sweetly kiss. Anna placed
her hands under Grayson’s shirt and began to rub his chest. Grayson
rubbed Anna’s back then petted her long soft hair. They became wilder in
their kissing until Grayson’s G-Shock beeped.

“What time is it?” Anna asked.

“Ten O’Clock.”

“Oh, God, I have to get home or my parents would be livid.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Good idea.”

“Hold on just a second, Anna.”

“What is it, Grayson?”

“I know all about your church and how they forbid cell phones, but
I’d like to give you my cell number and my house number so you can keep
in touch with me whenever you can get to any phone.”

Anna nodded in distress.

Grayson took a piece of paper from his kitchen drawer and a pen and
wrote the numbers down.

Anna hid the paper in her brassiere, to which Grayson became highly
aroused.

“It’s close to my heart, just like where I want you to be,” Anna
said then giggled slightly, though very distressed.
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As she turned the knob and entered, her dad was waiting in the living
room with a belt in hand.

“Where were you tonight, Anna?” He asked in a very confrontational
voice, then continued, “I know you didn’t go to youth service because
Brother Darryl called and said you didn’t attend, so don’t you dare lie
to me.”

Anna kept silent.

“I can make you talk!” Sean said as he struck her side with his
belt.

Anna flinched and shrieked, but didn’t say anything.

Sean stuck her shoulders this time, then said, “I’m going to beat an
answer out of you sooner or later. We can do this all night if we have
to.”

Anna mustered up courage and said, “I’m eighteen now and where I was
is none of your business anymore.”

Sean struck Anna’s right hip with his belt.

Her mother, Janice, came out of the bedroom and smacked her across
the face, then said, “It is our business, the church’s business, and
most importantly God’s business and always will be. Now answer us!”

Anna kept silent.

Janice then took a claw hammer from the kitchen drawer and said,
“Unless you want me to knock your teeth out, you will tell us where
you’ve been.”

Anna broke down and then spoke, “Okay, fine, I went eat out this
afternoon, there I met a young man and hung out with him.”

Janice flung the hammer on Anna’s left toes, then Sean struck Anna
across the face with the back of his hand.

Sean shouted with a fiery rage, “No wonder you skipped church,
because, you went spend time with some heathen instead. You know we’re
not allowed to associate with non-church members.” He paused, then said,
“Answer me truthfully: Were you alone with him?”

Anna nodded with tears rolling down her face.

Sean lashed her legs with his belt.

Janice pulled Anna’s hair, then said, “We are going to lose our
membership in the church if the Brother Darryl or any of
the deacons find out about this.”

“What is his name?”

“I won’t say because you and your church members will try to harm him.”

Janice held the claw hammer up, showing it to Anna.

Anna began sobbing and said, “Okay, his name is Grayson Thomas. Please don’t hurt him.”

“We just might have to, exactly what did he do with you, when you were alone with him?” Sean asked angrily.

“He was teaching me how to drive his truck. Then he brought me to
his cabin where we danced in the kitchen. Then we stood on his balcony
and stared into the night just talking. He’s really sweet to me and very
thoughtful, unlike any of the men at church. He never tried to take
advantage of me or anything like that and yes I do have feelings for
him.”

Janice popped Anna in the mouth and said, “Your feelings are wrong
and they are just sinful energies brought on by evil forces.”

“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.”

Sean slammed Anna to the ground then lashed her torso and legs with
his belt and said, “You have invited so much sin into your life, you’re
driving and dancing, which are absolutely forbidden, and now your
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!”

Sean slapped Anna across the face once more and then said, “Now go
to sleep, you have school in the morning.”

Anna went lay down on her cot and though in much pain, fantasized to
herself about Grayson until she fell asleep.
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After she finished her bland breakfast, she
brushed her teeth and put on her shoes. She then walked out of the
trailer and got on her bicycle and headed to school.

As she was beginning to pedal, her dad spoke, “Just remember, God
can see everything you do and He will tell Brother Daryl everything. If
our family gets any church discipline because of anything you do, you
will get the beating of a lifetime.”

Anna nodded, sulked, the headed to school. She rode through all of
the exhaust fumes and dust but made it. Upon arriving, she locked her
bicycle, then sat outside the student office and waited until seven
thirty for it to open. She sat on the bench anxiously and kept looking
at the clock on the wall. Once again, she began to fantasize about
Grayson. She lapsed into a half-trance and smiled widely as her
imagination ran wild about all the things she wanted to do with Grayson.
When the lights were switched on, Anna snapped out of her trance as she
saw the secretary, Mrs. Barbara McGregor, open the door. She pulled the
slip of paper out of her brassiere, then walked towards the office door.

Anna walked into the office, and asked, “May I use the phone.”

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

“Thank you so much.”

Anna smiled brightly, then dialed Grayson’s cell phone number.

It rang twice, but then Grayson finally answered, “Hello?”

“Hey, Grayson. It’s me, Anna Ryan.”

“Oh. Hi, Anna. It’s so nice to hear your voice again.”

“Can you talk right now?”

“I’m at work, but I can take a coffee break.” He paused, then
continued, “Where are you calling me from?”

“The student phone at school.”

“Oh, okay.”

“My parents were really hard on me last night after they found out
about you.”

“I hope you still want to be with me.”

“Of course I do. You know they beat me, for going out with you, but
it was worth it.”

“You know you are eighteen and you can press charges on them for
that.”

“I could, but then God would punish me.”

“I doubt that seriously. Yes, you should honor your parents, but the
Bible also says they shouldn’t provoke you to wrath and they obviously
do. They shouldn’t try to keep you from being happy, either. I mean do
I even make you happy?”

“Yes, you definitely do. In fact, you’ve made me happier than I’ve
ever been, even in the short amount of time that I’ve known you.”

“You make me happy too. I just thought I would go to work, then get
off and drink myself into oblivion, then repeat it all every day until I
retire or die.”

“Why do you drink?”

“It takes away the sting of loneliness.”

“I can’t imagine why someone as cute as you would be lonely?”

“I guess I rub people the wrong way.”

“Well, rest assured, I want you.”

“And I want you. I wish we could be together without all of this
drama.”

“We will one day. I just have to get away from my abusive parents
and controlling church members.”
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Meanwhile, Grayson walked back into the shop and saw two forklifts
that were in need of maintenance. Immediately, he retrieved his tools
and began working on them.

He worked throughout the morning, tinkering and troubleshooting the
defective engine on one of the machines, until finally, he caught the
problem, with a little help from the shop foreman, Mr. Jed McGregor.
Diligently he worked until the engine ran like new. He then began
working on the second forklift which was less trouble. Finally, it was
the hour of Noon. Grayson clocked out to eat lunch.

As he began to eat his first sandwich, his mom, Katy Thomas, called
him on Skype.

“Hi. Grayson, I’m just wondering why you didn’t come get any dinner
at my house last night?”

“Sorry, Ma. I was on a date with a young lady.”

“Oh. Who is this lucky girl?”

“Anna Ryan.”

Katy looked puzzled and said, “I don’t know of any Ryans around
here.”

“That’s because her family attends that crazy Pentecostal church.
You know; it’s the one where they can’t drive cars or use cell phones.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve heard about them. How old is she? Because if she is
underage, they will look for a reason to incriminate you.”

“Don’t worry, she’s eighteen.”

“Still, be careful. They can be very vindictive.”

Grayson pulled his Snap-On pocket knife out, clicked it open and
said, “Wait, let them try something.”

Katy got slightly angry and then said, “What and then you would go
to prison? Would it be worth it?”

“Anna is worth it and more.”

“I want to meet this girl that has you head over heels.”

“I’ll try to have you meet her as soon as I can.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you finish your lunch so you’ll have the
strength to do your job.”

“Right, ma.”

“I have to get back to running the store anyway, so I’ll see you when
I see you.”

“Sure thing, ma.”

They both signed off on Skype.

Grayson finished off his first turkey sandwich, wolfed down the
second and guzzled a can of Wild Cherry Pepsi.”

Afterwards, he clocked back in and went to the shop.
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[Mister Jed McGregor spoke to Grayson,] “You seem to be in a good mood, better than usual.”

“Well let’s say my lips have been touching the lips of a young lady
instead of just the neck of a Budweiser.”

“That’s good. I didn’t want to say anything, but you obviously need
love in your life. Who is the girl?”

“Anna Ryan.”

“Ryan…Ryan…Doesn’t ring a bell. Is she from around here?”

“Yes, as far as I know. Her family attends that Pentecostal Assembly
Church.”

“Oh, yes. That place is a cult. Be careful with those people, they
are trouble. Some of them are roustabouts and longshoremen in these very
dockyards.”

“I’m well aware, but for her, any trouble would be worth it.”

“Sounds kind of serious.”

“Well, I’ve never felt this way about anyone else and Lord knows I’ve
had some feelings for others. They just never reciprocated them.”

“I think she will do you a world of good by giving you love and
stability. You could do her good too by rescuing her from that cult.”

“Bingo! I just need to convince her to leave her parents and church
no matter what stunt they try to pull.”

“Yes, that’s the hardest part, but my wife and I will pray for you.”

“Thanks, Mr. Jed.”

“Anytime. Now, why don’t you get that engine running nicely again.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Come get me if you need any help.”

“Sure thing.”
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Anna walked down to the office and again asked Mrs. Barbara for the
telephone.

Mrs. Barbara handed her the base and handset and Anna placed the call
to Grayson.

The ring signal sounded only once, but then Grayson answered,
“Hello.”

“Hey, you!” Anna said.

“I missed you today.”

“I missed you too and thought about you, a lot.”

“You’re still at school I gather because you’re calling from the same
number as before.”

“You gather right. I was hoping we could meet up again today.”

“It’s a date. Where can I pick you up?”

“Right here at school, I guess.”

“Good, then I’ll come right over.”

“Awesome I can’t wait to see you.”

“Neither can I.”

“Then, I’ll be there in about five minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting. Now I have to go.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at school. Bye Anna.”

“Bye Grayson.”

They both hung up and Grayson left his cabin, then started up his
truck. He headed for the school. On the drive, Grayson pondered to
himself, whether he should buy a cell phone for Anna so she could keep in
touch with him covertly.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Barbara looked at Anna and said, “Sounds kind of
serious between you and whomever you’re talking to.”

“I hope it is,” Anna replied.

“Is he good to you?”

“He’s very good to me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Grayson Thomas.”

“I think there is a young man by that name who works under my husband
at the dockyards.”

“That’s him, then, because that’s where he works.”

“I’ve heard many good things about him, except that he’s had a lonely
life, so please don’t break his heart. I don’t know if he could take
it.”

“I’d never dream about it. Everyone at school is mean to me, and I
cannot stand my parents or those at my church, but Grayson, he’s
something else.”

“You’re eighteen right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good, because if you weren’t you could be putting him in a
world of trouble.”

“I’m more worried about what people at my church are going to do to
him, once they find out we’re together.”

“That bad?”

“Beyond bad!”

“Well, my husband and I will be praying for you and him.”

“Thanks.”

“Now why don’t you go wait outside for him.”

“Will do.”
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Anna unlocked her bicycle, then Grayson put it in the bed of his
truck. He then opened the truck door for Anna and she climbed in.
Afterwards, Grayson entered his truck on the driver’s side, started it
and they left.

“How would you feel about me getting you a cell phone?” Grayson
asked Anna.

“I don’t know, isn’t that part of the anti-Christ system?”

“No. The only way I could see that would be if the SIM card was
placed in your right hand or forehead, but it isn’t.”

“Where is it placed?”

“In the back of the phone near the battery.”

“Oh okay.”

“You could keep in touch with me whenever you wish and as long as you
can keep it secret from your parents, they’ll never find out. You can
even send me text messages or emails and even browse the Internet to help
you with your school work.”

“That would be neat because my family computer is horribly out of
date and my parents track everything I look at on there.” She paused,
then continued, “But what if it rings or beeps?”

“You can set it to silent or vibrate to keep it more covert.”

“There’s a sneakiness about you, but it’s totally hot.”

“I don’t mean to be sneaky, I just want to be able to contact you and
I am willing to go great lengths to do so.”

“It shows how you’re dedicated to me and that means a lot.”

Grayson smiled and blushed, though his beard concealed most of it.
Anna held his hand and leaned against him.

There was a silence, but then Grayson asked, “So, will you be all
right with me getting you a phone?”

“Yes. Yes, I would.”

“Great then let’s go to the Best Buy Mobile store in the mall.”

“Sure,” Anna replied, hesitantly.
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They walked out of the store and Grayson asked, “Would you like to
eat something?”

“Sure,” Anna said hesitantly.

“How about some corn dogs?”

“Okay, that would sound nice. My parents never buy any junk food.”

“Say no more.”

Hand in hand they walked to the food court and ordered two large deep
fried corn dogs and two large Cherry Cokes.

Happily, they ate until Grayson’s G-Shock beeped, indicating 4:00 PM.

“What time is it?” Anna asked.

“Four,” Grayson replied.

“That’s usually the time I arrive home on my bicycle-but I have to
use the bathroom first.”

“I’ll escort you to the ladies room and wait outside, but then I’ll
take you home if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not what I want, but I have to do it to keep my parents off my
back.”

“I wish you could spend more time with me, but I’m very grateful for
the little bit of time we can spend together.”

“You’re very sweet, Grayson,” Anna said as she kissed him then
continued, with a slight distress, “Now I have to get to a bathroom
because my bladder can’t hold it anymore.”

Both Grayson and Anna blushed brightly as they walked to the
restrooms.

“Be right back,” Anna said as she kissed Grayson again, then entered
the ladies room.

Grayson stood outside and several news articles on his phone while
waiting.

He stared at his phone until Anna came out of the bathroom covered
his eyes and playfully said, “Guess who?”

“Is it the beautiful Anna Ryan?” Grayson asked.

“You win!”

“What do I win?”

“A face full of kisses!”

Anna then pecked Grayson’s face multiple times, then they
passionately embraced.

“I wish this moment would never end, but don’t you have to be home?”
Grayson asked.

“Yes, you better take me home, but I’ll miss you so much.”

Hand in hand they walked out of the mall and to Grayson’s truck.
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Anna rolled her eyes, then went into her room. There was no lock on
her door, so she wondered how she could secretly communicate with Grayson
without the risk of her parents barging in and catching her doing so.

She then placed her cot against the door with her book bag on top of
it, then hid in her closet, closed the door and texted Grayson.

“Hey, you!” She sent out.

“Oh, Anna I’ve missed you so much already,” Grayson replied in a
matter of seconds.

“What you’re doing right now?”

“Just laying down-I took several shots of whiskey.”

“My parents would be so livid if they knew how you drink. Of course,
they’d be livid if they knew I was talking to you right now, anyway.”

“I know I shouldn’t drink, but it’s the only way I can deal with
life.”

“I’m not judging you for drinking, Grayson. I fully accept you for
who you are.”

“You’re so wonderful, Anna!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“Hey. Did you parents find out that we were together today?”

“So far, not yet. But if someone from church saw us together in
public today, we’re screwed.”

“Not necessarily. You are of age; you can move in with me and then
your parents would never be able to hit you again.”

“But cohabitation is a serious sin.”

“I know it is, but what I feel for you is very valid and very real.
I’m not trying to rush into things, but I would marry you in heartbeat.
That’s how I feel about you, plus our relationship would then be right in
God’s eyes. It’s totally up to you though, ultimately.”

“Well, you’re much more dreamy than any of the men at my church.
You’re also very kind and thoughtful. I could definitely see myself
marrying you. It’s just my parents and church members wouldn’t stand for
it because they would claim how I am unequally yoked.”

“But you’re not unequally yoked-I too am a believer and have been for
five years. I know ‘m far from perfect, but I also know that I am saved and therefore a
genuine believer. Of course, your church thinks they are the only true
Christians, but that’s definitely not the case.”

“I knew you were a believer. I knew ever since you taught me about
how the ten commandments were not guides to save yourself but proof that
you cannot save yourself. It’s convincing my parents and church members
that you are a genuine believer.”

“That’s right, only Jesus saves. I don’t need to convince them
though, God knows my heart that’s what’s important.”

“How did you become saved, anyway?”

“A family friend saw I was suffering from severe depression as a
teenager, so he presented me the Gospel. I believed right then and
there. He then offered me a job as a mechanic’s helper in the dockyards
as soon as I graduated high school. I don’t take antidepressants or any
other medications because they are extremely unhealthy and would greatly
hinder my job performance. Instead, I turn to alcohol, mostly beer and
whiskey only during my off hours. It definitely tempers the sting of my
depression. My boss doesn’t totally agree with it but accepts it because
I use it as basically a cheaper and safer alternative to medicine. I
also keep my drinking and my work totally separate.”

“What makes you so depressed?”

“I was harassed a lot in school. People also spread false rumors
about me. I think it’s made me a better person overall though.”

“Yes, you have a wonderful heart, that’s for sure. And I know what
that’s like, I get harassed all the time because of the way I am forced
to dress. I’m sure people spread rumors about me as well.”

“I don’t see why they would harass you, those skirts are so sexy on
you!”

“You just like looking up them; don’t think I haven’t noticed!”

“Yes, I’ll admit it, I did see up your skirt a few times, please
forgive me for that but I’m only human. I’m sorry if I angered you by
doing it.”

“You didn’t anger me, you only made me feel pretty and wanted. I
like how you’re so honest with me.”

“I learned this a long time ago; honesty is the best policy.”

“Well put.”

“So, how did you get saved?”

“I was twelve years old and we went to a different church-a wonderful
church, with a wonderful pastor. On one Sunday morning, he was preaching
and it seemed as if the message was just for me, I realized I was a
sinner and that I needed Jesus to take my sins away. I walked to the
front of the church and got saved that very day. But then, a year later
the pastor was murdered while giving a ride to a hitchhiker. After
that, a new pastor came in and he caused a lot of division. So the
church fragmented and my parents were looking for a new church to go.
One day, we met this joke of a pastor, Brother Darryl Crockett, at a
restaurant. He sweet talked them, then brainwashed them and even
convinced them to move to Melody. They sold their house in Blues City,
gave most of the money to this church and then bought a run down trailer
and a cheap lot in Melody with the rest of the money and that’s where
we’ve been staying since.”

“That’s awful. I’m sure the deceased pastor has a huge crown though
that he casts at the Feet of Jesus up in Heaven. However, this Brother
Darryl you mention, he seems like one of those people that are mentioned
in the Book of Hebrews and the Book of Jude as well. He’s a wolf in
sheep’s clothing and he is misleading many. He is causing many bad
things to happen in the Name of Jesus.”

“I know that and you know that. However, my parents can’t seem to
figure it out and I bear the brunt of the suffering as a result.”

“Just say the word and I will rescue you.”

“I wish it was that easy.”

“It is, just get on your bike and meet me somewhere and I will take
you to my cabin and we can have a life together. You’ll never have to
see any of those people again.”

“But Melody isn’t that big of a city; I’m sure I’ll run into them at
some point or another.”

“And if I am with you, I’ll just tell them to stay the hell away. I
can buy you something to protect yourself though, just say the word.”

“That’s very sweet of you Grayson, but you don’t know the trouble
you’re putting yourself in.”

“It would be worth all that trouble and more if it means we can be
together.”

“Grayson. I know we haven’t been together that long, but I think I’m
in love with you. No one has shown such kindness towards me ever, well
until you came along. How do you feel, do you love me too?”

“Yes, Anna I do. I’ve been in love with you almost since you let me
sit with you in the restaurant. No one else has ever given me the chance
to love them like you have. You accept me for me. I would have told you
how I felt sooner, but I was afraid of scaring you off.”

“You wouldn’t have scared me at all. You would have just made me
feel on Cloud Nine. I’m so happy we feel the same way.”

“So am I, Anna.”

Suddenly, Anna heard her bedroom door open and her cot and bookbag
fall on the floor. Hurriedly, she hid her smart-phone in her panty and
pretended to sleep on the floor of the closet.

“Anna, where are you? You’re supposed to be doing your homework.”
Her dad shouted.

She continued to pretend to sleep.

He flung the closet door open and saw her laying down.

“Get up right now!” He said sharply.

Anna pretended to wake up startled and said, “Oh, it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, young lady?” Her dad said as he began
to undo his belt.

“Nothing,” Anna said.

“That’s what I thought.” He paused, then continued, “What are you
doing sleeping in the closet?”

Anna fabricated a quick lie and said, “I was looking for something,
but then I guess I fell asleep. I didn’t get much sleep last night since
you and mom beat the daylights out of me.”

“If you wouldn’t act like such a brat, you wouldn’t get beaten.”

“How do I act like a brat? Do I use drugs or drink? No. Do I sleep
around? No. Do I act up in school? No. Tell me, what wrong do I do?”

“You’re disrespectful and ungrateful. And lately, you’ve been trying
to keep company with a heathen.”

“You only think I am disrespectful and ungrateful because you never
let me go anywhere except school and church and I resent that. Everyone
else my age is going out and having fun and enjoying life. As for the
heathen that you call him, I love him and I don’t care what you think of
him.”

“Everyone else your age is worldly and therefore hellbound. You can
lose your place in Heaven too if you start acting like them. Do you want
that?”

“Our old pastor always taught once saved, always saved, and he backed
it up with scripture as well, so I won’t lose my place in Heaven.”

Our old pastor was wrong. Brother Darryl is right. I have proof
too, Brother Darryl speaks in tongues, did you ever see our old pastor do
that?”

“But what good works does Brother Darryl do? Remember, our old
pastor was kind enough to give a hitchhiker a ride and was murdered. Do
you ever see Brother Darryl lift a finger to help anyone? All he does is
tell everyone what to do and how to live.”

Anna’s dad took off his belt and began to lash her as he spoke, “How
dare you question our pastor! I don’t know what has gotten into you, but
I am going to beat it out of you, even if it takes me all night to do
so.”

“If you hit me with your belt or hand or anything else one more time
I am going to call the police and press charges on you. I am a legal
adult, therefore you no longer have the right to whip me.”

“Go ahead, just do that and you will surely burn in hell for not
honoring your mother and me.”

“Then by that logic, you will burn in hell for provoking me to
wrath.”

Anna’s dad then punched her in the head, knocking her out. He then
left the room.

Meanwhile, Grayson texted her multiple times.

“Anna, are you there?” “Anna please reply to me.” “Anna please let
me know you’re all right.” “Anna, I am really worried about you, please
answer me.” “I love you so much, Anna and I hope and pray you still feel
the same about me.” “Anna, my heart is breaking that you don’t reply to
my messages, but maybe you have a good reason.”

It was now about six o’clock in the evening and Grayson drank a whole
bottle of Crown Royal and then passed out on his bed.
************************************************************************************
Around five O’Clock in the morning, she came to, then went to the
bathroom to relieve her bladder.

She saw her phone still in her underwear as she pulled it down and
sat on the toilet.

She read the messages from Grayson while doing her business.

Frantically she replied to him, “Grayson, I am so sorry I didn’t
reply to you and I know you must be worried sick. Please know that I
still love you and want you more than ever. My dad punched me in the
head yesterday afternoon and I blacked out. Thank God he didn’t find my
phone because I hid it in my panty. I dreamed many beautiful dreams
about you while I was knocked out. I will call you as soon as I am at
school.”

Grayson was slowly waking up as he heard his G-Shock alarm go off.
He was suffering from a hangover but managed to read the message on his
phone.

“Oh, Anna, I’m overjoyed that you still want me, but I fear for your
life. If your own dad will harm you like that, then you need to get out
of that house and come stay with me. You don’t have to sleep with me if
you don’t want to, I just want you to be safe.”

“Yes. I want to live with you as well, I’ll be safer with you and
not to mention we love each other. We can discuss it further when I
arrive at school and I can talk with you on the phone.”

“Oh, Anna, I love you so much! I’ll take a personal day because I am
hungover anyway. When you didn’t reply to my messages, I drank a whole
bottle of Crown Royal and I am going through a hangover. If only I would
have known you were hurt, I would never have drunk that whiskey.”

“Will you be sober enough to drive by a quarter to three this
afternoon?”

“Yes. I don’t have any more alcohol in my cabin and I won’t buy
anymore, at least until this situation is neutralized.”

Grayson then called Mr. Jed McGregor,

“Hello.”

“Hey, Mister Jed, it’s Grayson Thomas. I need to take a personal
day today. I’ll be rescuing my girlfriend from her parents and church,
so I need to prepare myself for this.”

“That’s fine Grayson, you haven’t taken a personal day in over six
months, so I understand.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

They then hung up.

Grayson brewed some coffee and prepared his breakfast, then ate.
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Anna was still in the bathroom when her mom banged on the door and
shouted, “You’ve been in there too long. Now get ready for school.”

Anna simply complied with her mom’s orders, then went to her bedroom
and changed her clothes. At once, she hid her phone in a secret
compartment of her school bag and also placed her personal hygiene items
and a few of the valuables she had from her childhood in there as well.
Afterwards, Anna retrieved all of her composition books and flash drives
with her writings on them, then mounted her bicycle and left for school.

She arrived, after cycling through the exhaust fumes and dust, then
went into the girl’s bathroom and called Grayson.

He picked up his phone after just one ring and answered, “Hey Anna,
are you all right?”

“Yes. I am okay, for now.” She paused and then asked, “Are you
still serious about me moving in with you?”

“Serious as I’ll ever be.”

“Good, because I’ve realized that I could die if I continued living
with my parents. It was when dad punched me in the head and knocked me
out, that I realized how bad of a situation I am in.”

“Well, you can stay with me up to and including forever if you wish.”

“I will indeed stay with you, but I know my church members are going
to make a lot of trouble with us.”

“I’ll do my best to protect you from them.”

“I love you, Grayson.”

“I love you too, Anna.”

“I have no money and I wasn’t able to take any clothes with me,
except the ones on my back.”

“That’s alright, I’ll buy you some clothes. My paycheck was direct
deposited today anyway.”

“Can you buy me some sexy clothes?”

“I’ll buy you modest clothes for when you are out in public, but I’ll
also buy you some sexy clothes for when you are alone with me.”

There was an awkward silence but then Grayson said, “Sorry, I didn’t
mean to be controlling.”

“No, it’s all right. I understand. You’re the only one I want to
lust after me anyway.”

“Believe me, I already do.”

“I know you do and it’s totally cute.”

“Do I ever turn you on?”

“All the time. In fact, it would be a serious sin if I described to
you the dreams I had about you last night.”

“I understand.”

“One day, though we will be married and I will want to live out those
dreams!”

“Your wish will then be my command, Anna!”

“I cannot wait until then. I know I’ve only met you not even two
days ago, but you seem so wonderful to me.”

“And I am so blessed to have found you. I will love you until the
day I die!”

With that, the morning bell rang.

Anna said, “I have to get to class now, but know that I love you,
Grayson.”

“I love you too, Anna. Do you want me to pick you up and thus begin
our new life?”

“Most assuredly, yes I do!”

They then hung up.
************************************************************************************
Finally, the dismissal bell sounded. Anna went to the front of the
school, pulled out her phone and called Grayson.

After only one ring, he answered, “Hi Anna.”

“Hey, Grayson. Can you come get me from school and take me to your
place?”

“Sure thing, Anna!”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

“Well, I’m coming right now and I’ll be there in about five minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting in the front.”

“Awesome. I love you, Anna!”

“I love you too, Grayson!”

Anna stood by the bicycle rack and unlocked her bike. She then stood
there waiting for Grayson.

Mrs. Barabara McGregor came out of the student office and spoke to
her, “Are you waiting for Grayson Thomas to come get you?”

“I sure am.”

“Do you need to use the phone to call him?”

“No ma’am, he bought me a phone to keep in touch with him.”

“Wow, that was kind of him.”

“It definitely was.”

“Could I meet him?”

“Sure.”

“I’ve heard my husband speak highly of him many times and I know
you’re a very sweet girl, so I think y’all will make a lovely couple.”

Anna blushed then said, “Thank you!”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

Anna and Mrs. Barabara talked until she saw Grayson’s truck pulling
up.

Grayson parked his truck then took Anna’s backpack and bicycle and
placed them in the bed of his truck.

He then said, “Anna I would love to kiss you so much right now, but I
don’t want to get us in any trouble.”

“I understand.”

Mrs. Barabara then said, “So you’re Grayson Thomas. I heard a lot
of things about you.”

“Nice things I hope.”

“Nothing but nice. My husband is your boss and of course, Anna is
one of my favorite students.”

“Well, Mr. Jed is a great guy to work for. He taught me so much and
he is very understanding of my condition. You see, I frequently suffer
from depression.”

“Well, Anna thinks the world and the moon of you.”

“And I love her with all my heart. She is a tremendous blessing to
me.”

Anna then blushed and softly held Grayson’s hand.

Mrs. Barbara continued, “I want you to know, that both of you are in
my prayers and I want you to take good care of her.”

“I greatly intend to. She has brought so much happiness into my
life. Thank you for your praying because I know we will both need a lot
of prayers right now.”

Anna was filled with several urges to hug and kiss Grayson but knew
she couldn’t on school property.

Mrs. Barbara looked at Anna and said, “Well I have to get back to my
office, but both of y’all stay true to each other and love each other.

Grayson and Anna nodded.

Mrs. Barbara went back inside then Grayson opened the passenger door
for Anna and helped her in.

He then walked to the driver side, got in and started his truck.

They left the school and Grayson asked Anna, “What would you like to
do?”

“I just want to be able to relax. Maybe later you could take me
out.”

“Then let’s relax together. Afterwards we can go out, because, after all, it’s
Friday.”
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Suddenly, there was a knocking on Grayson’s door.

Both went down to answer.

It was Grayson’s mother, Katherine Thomas.

“Is this a bad time, Grayson?” She asked.

“No, not at all. In fact, mom, this is Anna Ryan,” Grayson said
as he proudly showed off Anna to her.

“Well she sure is pretty. You have good taste.”

Both Grayson and Anna blushed.

She continued, “I was wondering if you could take a look at my
car, it’s starting to leak oil badly.”

“Sure thing, ma. Just let me get my tools.” Grayson then walked
to his closet.

She looked at Anna then said, “My son is a real handy man, he’s
always fixing people’s vehicles.”

Anna simply nodded, nervously.

Grayson came out with his tool satchel, then said “Where’s your
car at, ma?”

“It’s in my driveway. I drove it home but the low oil pressure
light keeps coming on. I bought several quarts of oil just in case.”

“I’ll get to fixing it right away, if I can,” Grayson said,
walking to his mother’s house.

“Awesome. I have to open my antique shop tomorrow morning and I am
expecting a huge crowd.”

“Say no more, I’ll do my best to fix it.”

The three walked to Katherine’s car and watched Grayson as he
raised the hood.

He saw lots of oil leaking around the oil filter.

“I think I know what is wrong,” He said.

“Pray tell me what is it?”

“Your oil filter is on loosely.” Grayson paused, then said, “Did
you recently have an oil change?”

“Yes, a week or two ago.”

“That’s your problem, whoever changed your oil didn’t tighten the
filter on all the way. I can fix that though in a couple of seconds.”
Grayson said, with his filter wrench in hand.

He tightened down the filter wrench, then asked, “Where’s your
extra quarts of oil?”

“On the floor board by the back seat.”

“I’ll top it off then and your car should no longer leak.”

Grayson then poured two quarts of oil into the engine, wiped down
the starter then started the engine.

The car turned on perfectly with no lights on the instrument panel
activating.

“Good as new for now. Next time you need an oil change let me do
it instead.”

“Thank you, Grayson. Are you an Anna going out tonight?”

“Yes, later tonight.”

“Then have a good time and be sure to treat Anna right because she
seems like a wonderful young lady.”

Both blushed.

“And come to my house for Sunday dinner.”

“Will do.”

Grayson and Anna walked back to the cabin, hand in hand.

Anna whispered to him, “I don’t know what is more sexy about you,
the fact that you’re kind and help your mother or watching you fix that
car.”

Grayson blushed, then kissed her lovingly.

They arrived at the cabin and Grayson asked Anna, “Do you still
want to go out?”

“Most definitely.”
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As they were driving, Grayson told Anna, “Though I think you are
sexy in those plain denim skirts, I know you hate them and tonight is the
last night you’ll have to wear them.”

Anna smiled from ear to ear, then held Grayson’s hand.

Soon they arrived at the mall and entered into Dillard’s.

With arms on each others’ backsides they rode the escalator to the
third floor, not knowing they were being watched and followed. Upon
arrival at the third floor there was some lingerie on display. Both were
looking at it.

Anna finally said, “Wouldn’t I look sexy in these panties?”

“You’d look sexy in anything you put on. Or you’d be sexy in
nothing at all!” Grayson replied as he kissed her. Anna kissed him in
return.

The kisses grew more passionate. They were followed by a strong
embrace and them rubbing each others’ faces and hair.

Suddenly they heard a loud, confrontational voice, “Anna Ryan,
what do you think you are doing?”

Anna whispered to Grayson, “Oh no, it’s Darryl Crocket. I
recognize that voice from anywhere.”

A short, bald and obese young man stepped out from hiding and continued
yelling at them, “First you missed the youth service, now you are
fondling some heathen in public? It’s going to stop this instant.
You’re coming with me right now!”

“She’s not going anywhere, but with me.” Grayson said angrily,
then continued, “Your church is a cult, brainwashed by your unsound
doctrine.”

“Shut your mouth and stay out of this, boy, or I’ll smack you
silly.”

Grayson grew even angrier, “You’re going to smack me? Just try
it! If you do, I’ll kick the crap out of you then call mall security and
let them know of you’re attempted kidnapping. Wouldn’t the press have a
field day: a preacher arrested for battery and attempted kidnapping!
Whatever happened to turning the other cheek? Go ahead preachy, give me
your best shot!”

“Okay, you might be able to turn our godless authorities against
me, but you cannot turn God against me! You are going to have to answer
to God for taking Anna away from my church and you Anna are going to lose
your salvation for leaving my church and your judgment will be even
worse.”

Grayson then said, “Your judgment is going to be the worst of
all. You are a false teacher, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, just like
those mentioned in Hebrews and Jude. Of course, your church probably doesn’t actually study the Bible, no all your church members do is rely on mysticism. You’ve been marked out for
destruction a long time ago, but Anna will no longer suffer as a result
of your wrongdoing. Now either you leave us alone or I will call mall
security.”

“Believe what you want, you worthless heathen, but you are going to
pay big time for turning Anna against us. I’m leaving for now and you
may have won the battle but not the war.”

Darryl then left and Anna began to have a panic attack. She
started hyperventilating and crying. Grayson took her by the hand and
then they went down the escalators to the first floor and sat down on a
bench.

Grayson tried his best to comfort Anna as he kissed her softly and
petted her face.

Anna finally caught her breath, then said, “That church is going
to make so much trouble with us, oh you don’t even know what we’ve gotten
ourselves into.”

“It can’t be that bad and if it is, I’ll just have to call the
cops.”

Anna sat next to Grayson with her head on his chest and they
lovingly held each other on the bench.

Finally Anna calmed down and kissed Grayson once more.

He asked her, “Are you ready to go shop for some clothes?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Grayson and Anna walked back into Dillard’s and they both began to
look at the women’s clothes.

After Anna selected and tried on several outfits and undergarments,
they checked out and left the store.

Then they went to Forever 21 and Grayson said, “We can shop here
to get you some more casual clothes.”

Anna nodded, then they looked around. Grayson bought Anna some tee
shirts, a pair of overalls and shorts.

After leaving Forever 21, Grayson said, “You must be hungry, let’s
go eat at the bar and grill where we first met.”

“Yes I am hungry. Let’s go.”
************************************************************************************
After the waitress left, Grayson asked Anna, “Do you know her?”

“Yes. That’s Abbey Sloane. She is in my F.A.C.S. Class. She’s
actually one of the few students who don’t harass me.”

“Okay, I was just making sure she wasn’t one of your crazy church
members.”

“Our church forbids women and girls from working outside the home.
That’s really messed up because I truly want to be a romantic novelist.”

“Hey, you’re with me now and I will support you in any career you
choose! I just hope that you don’t choose a career that makes you think
you’re too sophisticated for a simple dockyard mechanic like myself.”

“Don’t ever worry about that, Grayson. I see how kind you are and
how you are willing to take care of me at this very low point in my life,
so rest assured I won’t ever forget that. If anything, you’ve inspired
me to write many wonderful stories and all of my good characters will be
based on you. I just haven’t had the chance to write them down.” She
paused then continued, “You know what else, if I ever become a famous,
I’ll want you right there by my side, inspiring me!”

“Oh, Anna I love you so much. I always thought that I would die a
lonely old bachelor, probably from liver cancer, but because of you, I’m
seriously considering to give up the bottle altogether! It won’t be
easy, but I know that until you are comfortable enough to be able to
drive, I’ll have to drive you around, which means I must be completely
sober, because your safety is more important to me than temporarily
killing the things in my life that give me grief.”

“Grayson! I love you too! No one has ever been so sweet to me as
you. I feared being in an arranged marriage to some cold hearted wife
beater. I was so afraid of having to sleep with a man like that night
after night and popping out child after child, then spend all my free
time working for that miserable church. You’re drinking is not that
bothersome to me, but if you’re willing to give it up, then I’ll be there
to help you give it up. I can see a bonus to you giving up the alcohol
and that is, you’ll be able to love me, as in the way I am so desiring
you to love me, for many more years down the road.”

“How do you want me to love you?”

“Well right now it would be a serious sin if you did what I want
you to do, but if we got married we would be allowed to do it all we wanted.
Not only that, God would require us to!”

“I see what you’re saying. Well, you know I would definitely put a
ring on your finger, not just so I can make love to you, but because I
want you with me for the rest of my life.”

Both Grayson and Anna brightly blushed afterwards.
************************************************************************************
Grayson looked at Anna, then said, “I guess it’s better to be
addicted to soft drinks instead of hard drinks, because soft drinks won’t
impair my judgment or coordination.”

“They might make you gain weight, but then that would just be more
for me to hold at night.”

Both blushed again, then Grayson said, blushing even more, “Well
once we’re married, I’ll definitely have a means for burning off those
excess calories.”

Anna giggled and their lips met. They shared a sweet kiss, then
Grayson took a big sip of his Wild Cherry Pepsi.

Anna took a few sips of her sweet tea.

Grayson then asked her, “Do I really remind you of the good
characters in your stories?”

“You sure do. There was one character I created, who dressed just
like you were dressed the day we met, but he was an artist. There’s another character I created who was a tractor mechanic, which you are a mechanic,
but in the dockyards. Then I created another character who was a drunk,
but a fun drunk not a mean one and I created him, I guess out of
rebellion because my parents and church are so strict. I created this
fantasy world to escape what was a cruel reality to me. The weird part
is, it’s like you came to life from my creations.” She paused and then
continued, “Pinch me to wake me up just to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“I’m not going to pinch you, Anna. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She got up from her chair, stood next to Grayson, then turned her
backside to him and said, “Just give me one quick pinch on my butt to
wake me up and make sure I’m not in a dream.”

She then pushed her backside in his face and said, “Please do it.”

“Very well, Anna.”

Grayson nervously placed his thumb and index finger on her
buttocks, through her thick denim skirt and softly pinched.

Anna then said, “What do you know, I didn’t wake up. This is
better than any dream.” She paused, turned to face him and then said,
“Now you better give me a kiss since you touched my butt!”

“I’ll gladly kiss you.”

Their lips locked as Anna sat on Grayson’s lap.
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Both began to heavily pet and kiss each other, until a classmate
of Anna’s showed up and began to make trouble.

Tauntingly, the girl walked up to Grayson’s truck and said, “Look
at little miss Charlene Church, she finally has a boyfriend.” She paused
and then continued, “I think I’m going to tell your parents about him, I
bet they won’t like it.”

Grayson whispered to Anna, “Do you know this nasty thing that
walked up here?”

Anna replied, “That’s Andrea Graves. Many guys think she is hot.
She’s always so mean to me.”

“I don’t like her at all and I wish she was gone.”

The girl began to fondle her breasts through her tank top and finger her genitals
through her biker shorts in front of Grayson and Anna.

Grayson began to lose his temper and said, “Why don’t you get
lost?”

“Don’t be so rude, you know I could do so many things with you that
I bet Anna Ryan would never ever do.”

Even angrier, Grayson continued, “You, are a nasty little skank. Furthermore, I love Anna with all
my heart and I would never cheat on her.”

“There must be something wrong with you.”

“Yes, I guess I have a low tolerance for hateful and fake people.”

“I’m really not that bad once you get to know me.”

“I don’t want to get to know you. Now kindly leave.”

“Maybe I don’t want to. It’s a free country after all.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to harass me or Anna.”

The girl then dropped her sunglasses, then turned her backside
towards Grayson and bent over to pick them up.

Grayson shouted, “I don’t want to see your nasty, stinky, venereal
disease ridden body parts, so please quickly pick those sunglasses up and
go elsewhere.”

“I was hoping you’d like the view, but maybe you need your eyes and
head examined.”

“Not in your wildest dream, I don’t want you. I only want Anna
period. And if you don’t leave us alone, I’ll call the cops on you.”

“My family knows the police chief, the cops won’t do me anything.”

Anna was now extremely irritated and then said, “Don’t I have to deal
with you enough at school? Why don’t you go screw some jock or
something.”

“Maybe I want your man?”

“You can’t have him.”

“How are you going to back that claim to him up? I could easily
kick your butt if I wanted to.”

Grayson was completely fed up at this point and pulled his shot gun
out of the storage box in his truck bed, pumped it, pointed it at Andrea,
then said, “If you lay one finger on Anna, you will have many new holes
in your body for all the boys to play with. That is, if you indeed survive.”

“Okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be such a douche bag.”

Anna told her, “He’s not a douche bag, he just loves me. You
aren’t loved, you’re just screwed.”

“This isn’t over. Your man cannot protect you when you’re at
school.”

Grayson said, “God will protect her though, and by the way, that’s
Someone Whom you should consider allowing in your life because you
obviously need Him, whether you admit it or not.”

“There is no God!” Andrea shouted, then finally left.

Grayson picked his gun up and locked it in the storage box.

He then looked at Anna soberly and said, “I’m sorry you had to see me act
that way, but I couldn’t allow her to harm you.”

Anna replied as she rubbed the hairs on Grayson’s chest, “You
don’t have to apologize for anything. You just chose me over whom many
think is the hottest girl in the whole school. I feel on top of the
world.”

“You’re so much more beautiful than her, both inside and out.”

“Grayson, you’re definitely making me want to commit that sin with
you, more than ever.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You just turn me on so much.”
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A towboat pushing a barge loaded with offshore oil rig parts slowly
passed by.

Both watched, amazed by the size of the equipment.

“That machinery you see there is going out to sea, to help drill for oil and gas which fuels the
country,” Grayson explained.

“We would ride our bikes to church and had to cross this canal and
my dad would get so angry when the bridge was out to let the boats pass,
because we would be disciplined for being tardy at church services. My
mom would always complain about the deckhands and say how they were awful
men and try to hide me from them. Sometimes they would even pray that all
these industries would fail,” Anna replied.

“Wow, that Darryl Crocket sure did a number on your parents. Maybe
your church should move to a better location or better yet shut down.
Yes, some of those deckhands are a little wild, but most of them are
hardworking young men and sometimes women who want to provide a better
life for their families. And if these industries fail, like your parents
pray for, I would have to move elsewhere to find employment.”

“I would go with you, if you have to move.”

“I’d be heartbroken if you didn’t.”

“Rest assured, Grayson, I want you forever!” Anna said as she
kissed him.

Grayson kissed her in return.

Their kissing became sweeter and more passionate as they lay in the
bed of the truck.

The captain of the boat sounded the horn, in response to witnessing
them making out, which startled both Grayson and Anna.

Both giggled to each other afterwards.
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Suddenly, Anna became highly distressed.

Grayson could see Anna was visibly upset and asked, “Baby, what’s
the matter?”

Anna pointed further down the freezer cases and said, “Look over
there Brother Darryl’s wife is in this store, she is getting collard
greens for the church dinner tomorrow. If she sees me with you, she’ll
make a scene.”

“I’ll protect you.”

“She’s whipped me when I was younger and she carries a gun in that
big purse of hers.”

“Do you think she would actually shoot us?”

“Me, maybe. You, definitely, for taking me away from the church.
She thinks she’d be doing ‘The Lord’s Work.'”

“We’ll have find a hiding spot, then. God, I feel so weak, but all
I have is my Snap On pocket knife and my Pelican penlight. They’re no
match for a pistol of any caliber. If only I had my twelve gauge with me
like earlier today.”

“Don’t worry about feeling weak Grayson, because I want you to be
safe so you can be by my side forever. Besides, I want to have you alive
and kicking on our wedding night.”

“We need to pray that God protects us.”

Both silently prayed, holding hands.

A stocker came walking up to them and said “I over heard your
conversation. I’ll be glad to hide both of you in the warehouse until
that woman leaves the store.”

“Couldn’t you get fired for bringing us back there though?”
Grayson asked.

“It wouldn’t matter, I hate this God awful job anyway. Just follow
me.”

The three walked to the warehouse. The stocker pulled out his
penlight, a AAA Mini Maglite LED, to light up the darker areas.

“I carry one like that too, but mine is a Pelican,” Grayson said,
pulling his out.

“My girlfriend bought it for me. I always have it on me because it
reminds me of her.”

“I got mine at a gun and knife store, while on vacation earlier
this year.”

“So what does this dangerous woman look like?” The stocker asked.

“She’s tall and heavyset. She has a long black hair and
glasses. She is carrying a large brown purse and is wearing a purple
dress,” Anna replied.

“I’ll call my friend in customer service to have the cart pushers
let me know when she leaves the store.”

The stocker pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and
placed the call.

Grayson and Anna listened.

“Hey.” “I have a young couple with me who feel threatened by a
suspicious customer. They know she’ll make trouble with them, so I have
them hiding in the warehouse. She’s tall, and heavy with long black hair, glasses and wearing a purple dress. She has a large
brown purse and in that purse is a pistol of some sort, so don’t engage her,
just have the cart pushers let you know when she is off the premises,
then tell me.” “Okay, thank you very much.” “All right, bye.”

The stocker then looked at Grayson and Anna and said, “They’ll let
us know when she’s gone and you can shop safely again.”

“You don’t know how we appreciate this,” Anna said.

“Yes, thank you very much, sir. I have a twelve gauge in my truck,
but it’s not like I could use it to protect myself in here.”

“How do you know this woman?”

“I don’t know her as of yet, and Thank God!” Grayson said.

“I’m the one that knows her,” Anna replied, then continued, “I
used to go to church with her. You know the crazy Pentecostal church
where them members must dress a certain way, can’t drive cars, can’t own
cell phones and other crazy rules. My boyfriend rescued me from that
church and my abusive parents and that is why that woman would want to
harm him. She beat me, too, when I was younger.”

“I’ve know all about that church. One of the members is a cook in the deli. Other members shop in here all the
time, I cringe whenever I have to wait on one of them.” He paused then
said, “If I could have any job, I’d be a writer, but I cannot get my
foot in the door and I have to take care of my girlfriend, so I keep this
job.”

“I once wrote a story about a young couple like that, where the
young guy keeps a God awful job so he can take care of his girlfriend,”
Anna said.

“And I once wrote a story about a couple very similar to both of
you, where a young man rescues a young lady from an abusive church. In
fact, that is the main reason why I wanted to help you two,” The stocker
replied.

“Do you read your stories to your girlfriend?” Grayson asked.

“Of course I do and she loves them.”

“Anna reads her stories to me as well.”

“Do you like it when she reads them to you?”

“Absolutely. She is a literary genius. I mean, if her stories can
keep the full attention of a simple dockyard mechanic like me, she must be doing
something right.”

“Oh, Grayson, you’re making me blush!” Anna said.

“My girlfriend tells me that too, all the time. She usually says
afterwards though that it is a wonderful feeling. In fact she is so cute
when she blushes. I love her so much and I am so blessed to have her in
my life.”

“You said ‘blessed’ instead of ‘lucky.’ Tell me are you a
Christian?” Anna asked.

“I am. But I could be so much better than where I am now.”

“Well so could we, but remember we’re not perfect, just forgiven.”

“What about your girlfriend; is she saved?” Grayson asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“Try to talk about it with her gently. If you love her, then
you’ll want her to be saved as well.” Anna added in.

“Okay, I will tell her. But if she rejects The Gospel, which I
fervently pray she won’t, I will still want her and I don’t care if I am
unequally yoked because I love her that much.”

“We’ll definitely pray for you and for her,” Grayson said.

“Maybe there could be a double wedding, Grayson and I along with
you and your girlfriend.” Anna said.

“I’ll have to buy her a ring, which I don’t make enough money to
buy one. She always says that her dad can help me become successfully
published,” The stocker replied.

“Well, either which way, let’s all keep in touch. I figure you and
I could be friends and Anna and your girlfriend could be friends. What
is your name, anyway?”

“Garth Cooper.” The stocker replied.

“And your girlfriend’s name?” Anna asked.

“Samantha Abbott.” The stocker replied again.

They exchanged phone numbers and then there was a bit of silence.

Suddenly the stocker’s phone rang.

“Hello”. “Okay, I’ll let them know.” “Thanks for helping me.”
“Okay, bye.”

“That awful woman has left the premises. Both of you can safely
resume your shopping.”

“Thank you for protecting us,” Grayson said.

“It was my pleasure. Better than stocking dry goods all day and
into the night.”

He then escorted Grayson and Anna back onto the sales floor, then
shook both their hands.
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As they drove back to the cabin, Anna said, “I hope the dinner
comes out right. It was pretty good in FACS class.”

“I think you’ll do fine and if not, I’ll just get us take out of
some kind.”

“You’re so sweet, Grayson. Most of the men at my church beat their
wives if they ruin dinner.”

“Anna, not only do I love you, I also revere you, and would never
do such a thing,” Grayson soberly replied.

“Both my parents beat me and other church members beat me in the
past as well.”

“As long as I can help it they never will again. If they do,
though I have something in the storage box of my truck and something else
in my nightstand drawer to deal with them.”

“You don’t know how they would retaliate though and they would
probably have you arrested too.”

“Why can’t they just leave you alone?”

“It’s because they love power, not God. They especially love power
over other people and when they lose any amount of that power, they get
very vengeful.”

“Should we be worried then?”

“I am very worried about what stunts could be pulled. But I love
you and would rather be with you, no matter what drama happens.”

“I love you too, Anna and if I wasn’t driving on a major
thoroughfare, I’d kiss you.”

“I can kiss you though.”

Anna pecked Grayson multiple times on his bearded cheek, then she
rested her head on his shoulder until they arrived at his cabin. Grayson
got out of his truck, then helped Anna out of it as well. Afterwards
they took the groceries and walked into Grayson’s kitchen.

Grayson then asked Anna, “Would you like me to help you prepare
dinner?”

“That would be nice. Most of the men at the church I used to go to
would sit in their recliners and demand that their wives prepare dinner
without lifting finger.”

“I don’t ever want to be like them. What can I do to help?”
************************************************************************************
As Anna saw the blue flame ignite, she said, “When we lived in the
city, we had a gas stove. I had forgotten how easy it is to cook on
one.”

“Yes. I subscribe to gas for my water heater and stove.”

“Well there is an electric stove in my parents’ trailer and not
only does it take forever to get hot, half the burners don”t work.”

“Well for cooking and having hot water, I wanted gas, but for the
central heat and dryer, I wanted electric because electric models are easier to fix plus I don”t
have to worry about Carbon Monoxide poisoning.”

“You know how to fix your heater and dryer?”

“Yes. A friend of mine taught me.”

“How do you know him””

“He frequently comes to the dock yards where I work. He’s got a
lot of time on his hands because despite having two trade school diplomas
can’t get a job to save his life.”

“How come?”

“He’s got mental issues like me but worse off to where his
condition definitely requires medicine. The medicine he takes disqualifies him from
just about every job worth taking, so he’s able to get disability, thank
God.”

“How old is he?”

“I think he made thirty this year. Why do you ask?”

“Because, I have a female cousin who is like that, maybe they would
make a nice couple. She lives in the city and is twenty tree years old.”

“Would her parents act like yours?”

“No. In fact when my parents told Darryl Crockett about her, he
said she was demon possessed. They then tried to convince her parents to
take her off her medication. When her parents listened to the psychiatrist
instead of demanding a miracle from God, Darryl Crocket forced us not
to talk to that part of the family anymore. It’s a shame because I really miss them..”

“Well now that you have a smart-phone, maybe you could look them up
on Facebook.”

“Yes. Maybe I’ll friend suggest my cousin and your friend to be
friends on there as well. What is his name?”

“Aron Mahler. You realize he was recently divorced. Maybe she wouldn’t
want him.”

“I think it would be all right. From what I heard she was engaged,
but to someone who constantly two timed her. Would he do that to her?”

“I doubt it with all my being. He was cheated on as well because he couldn’t properly provide for his wife. But then again she wanted more than he could afford. What is her name?”

“Ilyssa Gilbert.”

“And she wouldn’t think he is too old for her?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay because he has been hurt enough in his life.”

“She wouldn’t hurt him, she just wants to be loved.”
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Grayson threw his arms around her and said, “Let’s go sit on my front porch swing and watch the sun rise.”

Anna kissed him and said, “I’d like that.”

So they stepped out on the front porch and sat down on the swing.

It was slightly chilly in the early morning air, so they sat very close to each other, trying to keep warm.

The sun was slowly coming up and Anna said, “It’s so beautiful.”

“That’s because the sun is shining on you and is getting inspiration as it illuminates your beautiful face!”

Anna kissed Grayson’s cheek as they sat in a blissfull silence.

After the sun was fully up the temperature became a little warm, so they walked back into Grayson’s cabin.

Anna said, “These past few days have definitely inspired me to write many things.”

Grayson pulled up his swivel chair and replied, “Well here, use my computer and write. I cannot wait to see what you come up with.”

“You will, of course, be my source of inspiration, Grayson,” Anna said, kissing him.

“I would hope so.”

“I know so.”

“Well, I’ll make us some breakfast. You write.”

Anna nodded then kissed Grayson once more.

Meanwhile, at the Pentecostal Assemblies Church, gossip was going non stop and everyone was wondering what Darryl Crocket would be preaching about.

All of the congregation, including Anna’s parents were taking their seats and Darryl Crocket was walking up to the pulpit.

With a microphone in hand, he began to speak, “Folks, we live in some very sinful times. Last Friday, a member of my own flock has left the church to go live with some sissy heathen. I witnessed this first hand that evening in the mall. I was shopping for a new suit, when I saw our own Anna Ryan shopping for sinful underclothes and making out with this very wicked young man, named Grayson Thomas. One of the older women in the auditorium fainted.” Darryl paused and then said, “It gets worse than that church: You see, I tried to talk Anna into coming with me, but she refused. This Grayson Thomas then threatened bodily harm to me and to also have me charged with kidnapping. I had no choice but to back down. However, we need to develop a strategy to take Grayson out of the equation and get Anna back, no matter how much force is needed.”

“Amens” were shouted throughout the auditorium.

“Does anyone know how we could be able to rid ourselves of Grayson and get Anna back to this church?” Darryl Crocket asked.

A young man spoke up, “I work with that heathen in the dock yards. He has an easy mechanic’s job, while I have to bust my butt every day as a rostabout. Maybe I could somehow get him fatally injured on the job and make it look like an accident. We would be doing the Lord’s work by taking Anna back and sending that heathen straight to hell where he belongs.”

Several “Amens” were shouted throughout the auditorium a second time.

An older man said “Here’s what you need to do: Sabotage the dock crane’s motor, way at the top, then call up the foreman to put in a repair order. Once Grayson Thomas comes to repair the crane, offer to assist him and go up there. He will definitely need a helper in order to do his job. Once both of you are up there, you can do something to make him fall which will either kill him or at least make him permanently disabled to where he won’t be a lover to Anna ever.”

Once again, several “Amens” were shouted throughout the auditorium.

The service then went on for several more hours with the congregation further elaborating the details of their plan.

Meanwhile, back at Grayson’s cabin, Anna was finishing up on her fantasy. She saved it to her flash drives as well as Grayson’s hard drive.

Grayson and Anna ate breakfast of scrambled eggs, pork sizzlers and bacon together then she read her latest story to him.

Both were smiling and blushing and soon were full of affectionate emotions.

“I wrote this because I am so much in love with you Grayson.”

“I was so touched by it. It makes me long for not just your beautiful body, but your heart as well.”

“You already have my heart Grayson and if God allowed it, you would have my body as well, believe me.”

“I don’t want to offend The Lord, but I could give myself to you as well, Anna.”

They began to kiss passionately and were soon on their way to the bedroom, when the phone rang…

Grayson saw that it was his mom’s house number, so he went to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Hey. I would like to make a Sunday dinner for Anna, so can you ask her what she would like and I’ll make it.”

“Hold on just a second.”

Grayson covered the mouthpiece of his handset and asked Anna, “My mom would like to cook a Sunday dinner for you and will fix anything you ask, so what would you like?”

Anna replied, “Some chicken fried pork chops and steamed green beans would be nice. I could even help her cook them.”

“I’ll tell her,” Grayson said, then spoke into the phone, “Ma, Anna would like chicken fried pork chops and steamed green beans.”

“All right, I’ll be glad to make that for her.”

“What time would you like us over?”

“Six Thirty.”

“Oh. Well, Anna said, she would like to help you make the dinner.”

“Then cross over, but what are you going to do while we cook?”

“Oh, probably just sit in the living room and read on my phone.”

“All right. I will see both of you in a few.”

“Bye, Ma.”

“Bye, Grayson.”

Anna then asked, “Are we crossing over?”

“Yes. Let me just get my stuff,” Grayson replied.

“Good deal.”

Grayson got his penlight, phone and charger off of his night table, then he escorted Anna out of the cabin, locking the door behind them.

Hand in hand, they walked to his mother’s house.

Upon arrival, Grayson knocked on the back door and his mother greeted them.

She welcomed them in and Grayson went sit down in the living room, plugging his phone into a receptacle.

Anna went and Kathy went into the kitchen and began preparing the meal.
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Character Guide-A Disabled Electrician turned Writer

As I stated before, most of these characters are named after cats that either myself and/or my family raised.

Johnny Joseph Elder-25-26-A Disabled Electrician who is now an amateur writer. He worked in the electrical trade from ages 18 to 23, then injured his back in a fall, whilst connecting power to a condenser unit eight feet above the ground. He got shocked and subsequently fell back first onto the top of a hurricane fence, ruining his back. He is the main character to whom this series is centered around. Named after my family’s cat Joe AKA Joey Bear as my sister and cousins referred to him.

Annabelle Jenkins-18-19-Johnny’s pleasantly plump girlfriend also an amateur writer. Used to clean houses as a side hustle. Possibly later becomes a security guard at Melinda’s Massive Supermarket. Named after my family’s cat Annabelle.

Angela Fulton-late 80s to early 90s-Johnny’s next door widowed neighbor. She sets Johnny and Annabelle up. Named after a stray cat whom I took care of and named Angel. I thought Angela was more appropriate for an older lady.

Dennis Fulton-deceased-Mrs. Angela’s beloved husband. Died of old age. Worked his way up to the position of Yard Master at the railroad yard a few blocks from his home. He worked until the company forced him into retirement. Named after my sister’s cat whose legal name was Dennis. I won’t say what his common name was.

Roger Fulton-late 40s to early 50s-Dennis and Angela’s son-fleet mechanic for the city fire department. Not named after any cats [yet.]

Rupert Jenkins-deceased-Annabelle’s biological dad. Died when Annabelle was six years old from an accident, quite possibly an explosion at the chemical plant where he worked. Named after my family’s cat named Rupert AKA Rupee Bear as my sister and cousins referred to him as.

Debbie Lou Jenkins-late 40s to mid-50s-Annabelle’s short-tempered mother. Was a very nice lady until losing her husband and then finding Oliver Hudson. Lives off of welfare and her late husband’s pension. Named after a semi feral cat my family took care of and called Debbie.

Oliver Hudson-mid 40s to early 50s-Debbie Lou’s boyfriend/Annabelle’s stepdad. Overbearing and chronically unemployed pain and nerve pill addict. Named after my mom and sister’s short tempered, grouchy and overweight cat named Oliver, who in turn was named after Oliver Twist because he kept wanting more food.

Mrs. Sally Smith Williams (unnamed)-early to mid 60s-The head cashier at Melinda’s Massive Superstore. Beloved wife of Mr. Rodney Williams. Not named after any cats, but named after a really nice cashier I worked with.

Mr. Rodney Williams (unnamed)-late 60s to early 70s-Terminally ill beloved husband of Mrs. Sally Smith Williams. Suffers from Mesothelioma. Worked in shipyards as a pipe fitter until becoming stricken with his illness. Not named after anyone in particular, just trying to create a good guy, who is unfortunately living on borrowed time.

Mr. Ralph Doyle-late 50s to early 60s-Store Director at Melinda’s Massive Supermarket. Name after a cat my family took care of named Ralph.

That’s all I can come up with at the moment.

If more characters come up in this series, they will be added upon creation.

Back to “My [Innocent] ‘A Disabled Electrician turned Writer’ Pieces”

Annabelle Jenkins Converts to Christianity-A Disabled Electrician turned Writer

Annabelle and I walk lovingly but in silence to my house.

We are now at the gate, which I open for her.

She enters, then I enter and we cut across the front yard, up my steps and on the front porch and into my door.

I unlock it and we enter.

Annabelle and I sit down on my sofa, then she says urgently, “My daddy always claimed he was a child of God and therefore will go to Heaven when he dies. I want to be a child of God too!”

I reply, “I’ll do my best to explain it to you and I just hope and pray that you believe me because I also want you to be a child of God, Annabelle, more than anything else!”

“Then I definitely want to be a child of God. What must I do?”

I gently look at her and say, “We are all sinners and deserve to go to a sinner’s hell.”

I pause. Annabelle looks at me in distress.

I continue, “God does not want that to happen though, because He loves us immensely.”

Annabelle smiles slightly at me.

“Still our sins must be paid for and the payment required is very high. It is so high it requires us to spend eternity in hell paying for it.”

Annabelle becomes distressed again.

I continue, “Someone paid that price for us and in full. God was also satisfied with the payment. That someone is Jesus Christ. He went to the cross and suffered terribly to pay for the sins of mankind because He loves us that much. He loves you more than I ever could.”

Annabelle looks a little relieved but still in some distress.

I continue, “Annabelle what you must do, is first off acknowledge that you are a sinner deserving of hell. Then you must realize that Jesus Christ loves you and took your punishment, but you have to be willing to invite Him into your life and rule your life. Accept Him as your Lord and the Savior from your sins. Believe that His payment is sufficient.”

“How do I do that?”

“Just talk to Him sincerely, but please do it as soon as possible because this is the most important thing you will ever do.”

I pause then continue, “Just pray to Him, and in that prayer, invite Him as your personal Lord and Savior and ask Him to save your soul and rule your life. If you truly mean it and you truly believe what I am telling you, then you will become a child of God.”

Annabelle closes her eyes and bows her head reverently.

Tears begin to flow from her eyes and a smile comes to her face.

“I believe it all! And yes I have asked Jesus Christ to save me and rule my life. In fact, I am feeling very guilty about living with you and having sex with you even though we’re not married, but I have nowhere else to go.”

“That is the Holy Ghost convicting you of sin and yes I have felt guilty of this too, believe me. It’s just I love you so much and I never want to lose you, so that is why I slept with you.”

“If I would have known exactly how wrong having sex with you was, I wouldn’t have done it, but what is done is done and I am glad we’re getting married now because I definitely feel the need to. By the way, you’re so sweet to me, you would have never lost me.”

“Then we need to find a church to start going to and we need to marry as soon as possible.”

“Would you be offended if I slept in your extra bedroom until we are married?”

“Not at all. If you feel that is what the Holy Ghost is telling you, then listen to Him by all means.”

“I love you so much Johnny, thank you for being understanding.”

“I love you too, Annabelle and I am immensely joyous that you are saved. I’ve been wanting you to be saved ever since I met you, it’s just I’ve been in a terribly backslidden state myself.”

“This means I will see my daddy again when I die. To tell the truth, I was angry at God for years for taking him away from me, but now I know that God has him safe and sound and I thank Him for that.”

“And you are just as safe, it’s just you’re on this side of Glory.”

We then begin to make dinner.

I take some white beans from my freezer and heat them up in a pot…

“My [Innocent] ‘A Disabled Electrician turned Writer’ Pieces”

Johnny Joseph Elder Proposes to Annabelle Jenkins-A Disabled Electrician Turned Writer

Now that the loan for my deductible is paid off, my credit score has risen considerably and I was able to finance an engagement ring to buy for Annabelle.

I have the ring hidden in my shirt pocket and am headed to my house where she waits on me.

My plan is to walk her to the park nearby and propose to her in front of everyone.

It’s now late in the afternoon and the sun is setting.

By the way, today makes exactly one year that we’ve been together.

I am tired of offending God and living in sin with Annabelle, but I do love her with all that I am, so I want to do the right thing and marry her.

I’m almost to the curb in front of my house.

My back does indeed hurt from all this walking but I know it will be worth it if she says, “yes.”

Now I am at the gate.

I open it and then enter my front yard.

I walk up my steps and enter my front door.

Annabelle is sitting on the sofa in a nightgown watching movies.

I walk up to her and kiss her multiple times.

She embraces me and plants and powerful kiss on my lips.

“Bae, let’s walk to the park, I have a surprise for you there,” I tell her.

Annabelle brightly smiles and then says, “Let me just get dressed.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I tell her.

Annabelle walks to our bedroom and puts on a pink tee shirt and denim shorts. These clothes hug and show off all of her beautiful curves and seeing her like that makes me desire her so badly.

She then puts her shoes on.

“I’m ready now and I can’t wait for my surprise!” Annabelle says with excitement.

We share a kiss, then leave the house.

I lock the deadbolt, then we leave my front porch, cut across my yard and exit the gate, then close it.

Hand in hand we walk along the sidewalk.

“I’m so blessed to have you in my life, Annabelle, and I want you to know that for sure,” I tell her.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” She replies and kisses me.

“I want you to always be by my side, for the rest of my life,” I continue.

“And I want you for the rest of my life,” She replies.

She walks even closer to me with her arm on my backside.

Soon we enter the park.

I find the table I sat at when I wrote my first story inspired by her.

We both sit across from each other in a blissful silence.

We are smiling brightly at each other.

“Now, for your surprise, ” I tell her.

I stand next to the bench she is sitting on, then I get down on one knee.

She smiles at me but looks a little puzzled.

I then pull the presentation box out of my shirt pocket, open it up and then say, “Annabelle Jenkins, I love you so much that words cannot express it enough. I know I want you and only you to be mine both now and forever. I would be honored to the utmost if you would marry me!”

Annabelle covers her mouth, tears fill her eyes and she nods several times, then she says, “Of course I’ll marry you, Johnny Joseph Elder. You are so much cuter and sweeter than I ever dared hoped in whomever I would end up with. You love me and adore me even though I am so fat and you treat me like a queen when everyone else treated me like a slave. My heart is fluttering and I need to catch my breath, but yes I will indeed marry you. You’ve just made me so happy!”

I place the ring on her finger then we share a passionate kiss.

Afterward, I tell her, “You know, today makes one year that we’ve been together,”

“I just hope for many more years together with you!” Annabelle says, hugging me.

“So do I!”

Everyone in the park starts cheering and clapping.

Annabelle and I hug and kiss each other in front of them.

I then tell her, “Annabelle, I’ve been a child of God since I am seventeen, but for years I’ve backslidden. I’ve decided to come running back to Him and I know that one way to please Him is if I love you, then I need to marry you. So I am not just marrying you for you, but also for God!”

Annabelle kisses me multiple times then says, “I also want to be a child of God. What must I do?”

“Let’s go home and I will gladly explain all of it.”

Hand in hand we leave the park and head home…

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Hurricane Alidore Approaches the City-A Disabled Electrician turned Writer

I can hear the alarm on Annabelle’s phone going off through my thin walls and it wakes me up.

I get dressed, knock on her door and ask, “Would you like me to make you some breakfast?”

“No, I don’t have the time. I’ll eat at school; I get free breakfast and lunch there.”

“Okay. That’s fine I guess.”

“I like your cooking, but I just realized that I need to get my school bag, change my clothes and then I’ll probably be confronted by my mom and her boyfriend.”

“I understand.”

We finish getting dressed. I put my Casio F-91W watch on my wrist, then retrieve my Samsung Rugby 4 flip phone and my Klein Electrician’s Knife off my night table and put them in my pants pockets.

Annabelle asks me, “What time is it?”

“5:42,” I answer, looking at my watch.

“We need to get going, then.”

“It still dark. Let me get my flashlight.” I go to the utility room and get my Mini Maglite from my Craftsman tool satchel. It still works well but is really beat up from when I used it on my job.

I put some fresh batteries from my kitchen drawer in the flashlight and turn it on.

“Come on, Johnny, I’m going to be late,” Annabelle says with a slight irritation.

“Sorry. I’m just trying to keep us safe in the dark.”

We then walk out my front door and I engage the deadbolt. We walk across my porch, then down the steps, through my yard and then onto the sidewalk. I lock the gate of my hurricane fence and we head out to the apartment complex by the light of my flashlight. It’s very warm this morning and the wind is eerily still. I silently ponder to myself if this is the calm before the storm.

We continue on to the apartment complex and Annabelle finally says, “I’m sorry if I rushed you earlier, bae, I’m just nervous about how my mom and her boyfriend will react when they see me walk in.”

“I wish there was something I could do.”

“Just be there for me.”

“Of course. You know I’m not going anywhere, well maybe except to Melinda’s Superstore,” I say, then kiss her forehead.

Annabelle giggles, then sweetly tells me, “I’m so glad to have you in my life, Johnny!”

“I’m glad to have you too, Annabelle!”

She smiles brightly then wraps me in a strong hug. I rub her love handles. We kiss each other wildly beneath the glow of a street lamp. She rubs my hairy chest with her soft hands and I pet her head. A car passes by and honks at us. We are both startled.

Annabelle asks me, “What time is it now?”

I activate the lime green LED light on my watch and quote the time, “It’s 5:51.”

“We need to hurry then,” Annabelle says.

Hand in hand we walk to the apartment complex and up to her mother’s unit.

She gives me a hug and a kiss then says, “I’ll call you as soon as I get out of school.”

“Sure thing, bae.”

“Yes, I always wanted someone to call bae and also call me bae! But, I didn’t think he’d be as sweet or cute as you.”

“We’ll always be bae to each other, I promise!”

We kiss each other goodbye once more and I head back to my house.

When I arrive, I look at my watch which says “6:02.”

I realize that Melinda’s is now open so I unlock the deadbolt, enter my front door, get my Helping Hand Deluxe shopping cart out of my utility room then walk out the front door again and engage the deadbolt. Then I walk down my steps, through my yard, and to the sidewalk and lock my hurricane fence. The sun is starting to come up so I turn off my Mini Maglite.

I walk the block and into Melinda’s. The automatic doors slide wide open and I am hit with a blast of cool air.

The store director says, “Good morning Johnny, you’re early today.”

“Good morning. I’m coming get some hurricane supplies, just in case Alidore makes his way here.”

“I expect to see plenty others coming for the same thing, so it’s a good thing you came early.

I walk to the merchandise section and I get some more AA batteries for my Mini Maglite. Then I see a display of Life Gear Mini Pro 40L LED flashlights. I have read LEDs never need replacing, last longer on a set of batteries and are much brighter. Not to mention these flashlights take cheaper AAA batteries instead of AA. So I get a pink one for Annabelle and a blue one for me. I also get extra AAA batteries for these lights. Then I see a Life Gear Glow Spot LED floating lantern, so I place it in my shopping cart as well. Finally, I get some wing nuts. Afterwards, I go to the soft drink aisle and grab a twelve pack of store brand creme soda, a twelve pack of store brand cherry cola and a twelve pack of store brand lemonade. Next, I get several Gallon jugs of drinking water. Then I go to the dry goods aisle and buy a box of Twinkies, a case of Vienna Sausage, a jar of Jif peanut butter and a loaf of store brand sliced bread.

Finally, I walk to a register and place the items on the conveyor belt.

“Getting ready for Alidore,” The cashier asks me.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Going to school.”

The cashier then looks puzzled then asks, “She isn’t underage, is she?”

“No, she made eighteen last month,” I reply, then continue, “Believe me, I wouldn’t mess with jail-bait. I got enough strikes against me and the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

She then scans my items and sees the pink Life Gear flashlight, smiles and asks, “Are you getting this for her?”

“Yes and the blue one is for me,” I show her my old Mini Maglite, then say, “I think it’s time for an upgrade, look how beat up this one is. It still works though.”

“I think I’ll get one for me and one for my husband too. He’s special needs, so I am driving us out of the city as soon as my shift ends.”

“Where are you going to?”

“Just as far inland as possible, hopefully, there will be a shelter we can find,” She pauses and then asks, “Where are you and your girlfriend going?”

“We’re just going to sit it out at my house.”

“We would sit it out too, but my husband is on Oxygen, so we need to be near an electrical source.”

“I’ll pray for you and your husband then.”

“Thank you, Johnny!”

She finishes scanning my items then charges them to my revolving account. Afterwards, she places them in my cart and I get some cafe’ au lait in the food court. I sit leisurely and sip my blend coffee, chicory, and hot milk because I know the next few hours will be hectic.

After a while, I look at my watch. It indicates “7:17.” So, with that, I head out of the store with my purchases.

The sun is now completely up and it is much warmer, but still eerily calm. I walk the block then unlock my hurricane fence and enter my yard.

While walking across my yard, Mrs. Angela stands by the fence and asks me, “How did it go with you and Annabelle?”

“Let me pick up my stuff and I’ll come over and tell you all about it.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear!”

I then walk up my steps onto my porch and unlock my deadbolt, then walk through my living room, into the kitchen and place the soft drinks and bottled water in my old refrigerator, the bread, Twinkies and Vienna Sausage in my cabinets. Then I place the flashlights, batteries, and lantern on my bed. I leave my house and walk over to Mrs. Angela’s. There is a city truck parked against the curb in front of her house. I wonder who is there.

So I walk into her yard, walk up her steps and knock on her door.

“Hello there, Johnny.”

“Hi, Mrs. Angela. Why is there a city truck here is everything okay?”

“That’s my son’s work truck-he’s a firefighter.”

Suddenly I hear a man’s voice, “I’m not a firefighter, Ma, I am a fleet mechanic for the fire department.”

“Well, you’re still on the team.”

Her son then comes walking out of her utility room.

“Hi, I’m Roger Fulton. What’s your name?”

“Johnny Elder, I live next door.”

Mrs. Angela looks at Roger and says, “Johnny always looks out for me and helps me out a lot.”

“Well, I’m glad you help my momma because I always have to work.”

Mrs. Angela then looks at me and asks, “So what’s going on with you and Annabelle?”

“Well, let’s put it this way: I’m sure glad you set us up.”

“See, aren’t you glad you gave it a try?”

“Most definitely.”

Mrs. Angela smiles, then says, “Be sure to always treat her right and make her feel special. If you do, she’ll bring you plenty of joy.”

Roger then says, “Ma, I’m going to try and hook up your new generator.” He then goes outside.

“Okay, son,” Mrs. Angela replies.

I look at her and say, “I have to put up the boards on my windows.”

“Don’t do it alone. You don’t want to mess up your back any worse than it is. I mean, how could you be a lover to Annabelle then?”

I blush and say, “You’re right. But who would help me?”

“I can get Roger to help you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, especially if you can help him get my generator hooked up. I mean you were an electrician, right?”

“Well I was an electrician’s helper and almost became an electrician, but I do know a thing or two.”

“Good. Then go help him.”

“Sure.”

I see Roger standing on the outside of the house with a frustrated look on his face.

“Do you need help,” I ask him.

“Yes, I know all about the engine itself, but wiring it is another story.”

“Let me try.”

“But I don’t think you would know how.”

“I was an electrician’s helper for five years and almost became a licensed electrician. I can try.”

“Okay. Have at it.”

I look at the wires and the switch panel and begin to match them correctly.

I begin to connect the wires as I say, “Bending over to work like this really hurts my back. I injured it in a fall while working. If it wasn’t for that, I’d probably be a fine electrician by now,” I tell Roger.

“That’s a shame, man because you appear to know what you’re doing,” Roger replies.

With sharp pain, I keep working and I finally I get it wired.

“Now, let’s test it,” I say, catching my breath.

“All right, let’s see if you did this right.”

Roger walks inside and says, “Ma, I’m going to try out the generator. If the power goes out, that’s why.”

“Okay, son.”

Roger disconnects the line current. A half-minute later the generator starts up. Roger and I high-five each other. The lights are back on at Mrs. Angela’s house.

We then switch back to the grid current and the generator stops. Roger and I walk back into Mrs. Angela’s front door.

She looks at Roger and asks him, “Could you help, Johnny board up his windows after you do mine? He injured his back and I don’t want him to ruin it more, especially now since he has a girlfriend.”

Both Roger and I blush, but then he says, “Sure thing, Ma.”

“Roger, I’ll help you board up your mother’s house, too. I’ll hand you whatever small pieces I can, like the fasteners.”

“Good deal,” Roger says.

With that, we get to work.

Roger lifts all the boards from Mrs. Angela’s shed and also gets her ladder. He hands me an old medication vile filled with the wingnuts and says, “Hold this and follow me.”

He then climbs up the ladder securing the boards to the bolts, then I hand him a wing nut for each bolt. We do this process until all the windows are covered.

Afterwards, we walk to my house and I unlock the hurricane fence. We cross my yard then go up the steps onto my porch and I unlock my deadbolt.

We enter my house and I then tell Roger, “My boards are in the utility room. So is my ladder.”

Roger takes the boards and places them in my yard. Then he gets the ladder. I open the pack of wingnuts I just purchased from Melinda’s and we get to work.

Just like on Mrs. Angela’s house, Roger secures the boards onto the bolts and I hand him the wingnuts. Soon enough, we are finished.

I look at my watch. It’s now “9:58.”

Roger then says, “It was nice meeting you, Johnny. Look out for my momma, because I have to go to work. The fleet needs to be in tip-top shape since a hurricane is coming right for this city.”

I tell Roger, “Before you go, I have a gift for you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a Proto Black Hawk ratchet and socket set. I’m no longer working nor do I have a car, so I have no use for it. I think it would be perfect for you since you’re a mechanic.”

I go into my utility room, get the set and hand it to him.

“Wow, man! Thanks,” Roger says.

“It’s the least I could do for you helping me board up my house.”

“Well, I’ll always help you board up your house from now on since you gave me this awesome toolset.”

He then walks to Mrs. Angela’s house, kisses her goodbye, then gets in his truck and goes to work.

Mrs. Angela then walks to her car and says, “I’m going to the pharmacy at Melinda’s and get all my medications filled. Then I want to watch ‘The Young and the Restless’ when I get back.

“Be careful and let me know if you need anything,” I tell her.

I go inside. My house is almost totally dark since all the windows are covered. I turn on my T.V. adjust the antennas and scan the channels. One of the local news stations is doing a bulletin on Hurricane Alidore.

I sit on my sofa and watch.

They are saying how a Hurricane Warning will likely be issued for the city in a few hours. I’m sure glad I prepared quickly and got everything done. It is still sunny outside and the winds are still, but I know this must be the calm before the storm. I continue watching. After the news broadcast is over, The Price is Right comes on, already in progress. I go to my computer and begin to backup all of my important files to both a CD and two backup flash drives. Afterwards, I unplug my computer because I don’t want it to be ruined by a lightning strike from the storm.

I then open up the LED floating lantern and test it out. This lantern lights up the whole room nicely. I notice how it has waterproof storage space, so I place my flash drives, my old Mini Maglite and my Klein Electrician knife inside and close it up. Afterwards, I turn it off and loop my belt through the handle.

I sit for a little while on the sofa and suddenly realize I’m bored in this house with no computer.

So, I step outside on my porch when Mrs. Angela shouts from her yard, “Johnny, can you come over and fix my T.V. set?”

Hurriedly, I walk over and she says, “Why isn’t ‘The Young and the Restless’ playing? Am I on the wrong channel?”

I check her antennas and pull up the guide feature. It says CBS and that ‘The Young and the Restless’ is on at this hour.

I then realize what is wrong, so I tell her, “The news team interrupted your show because of Hurricane Alidore. They interrupted ‘The Price is Right’ as well.”

“That really irritates me,” She says, “I’ve been hearing about this storm for days now. Does the media have to cram it down our throats? I mean isn’t that what the weather radio is for, right? One of the few things I have left to look forward to is my stories.”

Suddenly, ‘The Young and the Restless’ comes back on.

Mrs. Angela says, “Thanks for helping me, Johnny.” She pauses, then asks, “Are you going to see Annabelle again today?”

“Yes, as soon as she gets off the bus.”

“Wonderful. Now, remember what I said about treating her right and making her feel special.”

I nod, then I go back home.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I get the urge to write something.

Since my computer is unplugged, I get a composition book and pen from my desk then walk out my front door, engaging the deadbolt, walk across my porch, down the steps, and out my yard. I lock the gate of my hurricane fence and head to the park. I think about Annabelle during my walk. When I enter the park, I sit on a bench and write a new story, with characters based on me and her. Now, I am getting to the good part.

I continue to write for hours until my phone rings. It’s Annabelle calling. Hurriedly, I answer.

“Hello.”

“Oh, bae, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m sitting in the park writing a new story.”

“I can’t wait to read it.”

“It’s about us; I just hope you’ll like it.”

“I just boarded the bus and I will be at the apartment complex in about forty-five minutes. I don’t have any homework this weekend and will probably be off Monday as well, so I’m taking my things and staying with you if that’s all right with you.”

“Of course it’s all right. In fact, it’s wonderful. How did your mom react this morning when you came to her apartment?”

“She was super mad and demanded to know where I was. I told her that it was none of her business and that I was eighteen and I didn’t have to answer to her anymore, especially since she abandoned me in the parking lot. She was speechless after that, so I got dressed and left for school.”

“I wish I could somehow make it better for you where that is concerned.”

“Just be there for me, that’s the best thing you can do.”

“Well of course.”

“I’m glad to have you, Johnny!”

“And I’m just as glad to have you, Annabelle!”

There is a sudden silence but then I ask her, “Were you able to turn in your paper?”

“Yes. Since Alidore is coming, the deadline was extended, but I’m getting extra points for turning it in on time.”

“That’s awesome!”

“It will be even more awesome now that I can graduate!”

We continue to talk and flirt on the phone until Annabelle says, “Why don’t you start making your way to the apartment complex, my bus is almost there.”

“Will do,” I reply.

“Then I guess I’ll see you there, bae.”

We then hang up. I close my composition book and start walking to the bus stop at the apartment complex.

I arrive just as the bus is pulling up. Annabelle steps off, then embraces me. We share a strong kiss.

She then says, “Wait out here while I get my things.”

“Will do, bae,” I reply.

She kisses me once more and says, “Be right back!” in a very sexy voice.

I wait with anticipation and look at my watch. The time is “3:24.”

I continue to wait as I hear shouting from several different people.

Finally, I see her walking to the bus stop with two bags in addition to her school bag and purse.

My watch now indicates that it is “3:36.”

I offer to carry them for her, to which she kisses me. Doing so hurts my back tremendously, but for her, it’s worth it. I collapse under the weight of her bags.

She helps me up and says, “I’m sorry, bae. I didn’t realize your back was damaged that badly.” Annabelle pauses then says, “I’ll carry them, you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I don’t want you to be hurt any worse, especially because of me.”

“I hate you seeing me like this. I’m afraid you’ll leave me now that you see how bad my disability is.”

“I won’t leave you because I see how wonderful you truly are. Your back may be in bad shape but you have such a good heart.”

I stand back up and Annabelle hugs me. She then kisses me. A motorist drives by and sounds his horn. Annabelle flips him off, then picks up her bags.

She holds my hand as we begin to walk.

We make it back to my house. I unlock the hurricane fence, then we walk across my yard, up my steps, onto my porch and I unlock the deadbolt. We then go to my bedroom and sit on the bed.

I remember what I bought for her and say, “I have a gift for you, bae. I hope you like it.”

“What is it,” She asks.

“A bright LED flashlight, pink in color,” I say, then hand her the blister packaging.

“Cool, I guess.”

“I needed a couple of flashlights since Hurricane Alidore is coming here, so I got me a blue one and you a pink one.”

“Well thank you bae, I like it,” She says with a hug and a kiss.

I then open the packaging on both of them, with a kitchen knife. Afterwards, I install the batteries in their carriages then I put mine in my pocket and Annabelle puts hers in her purse.

Annabelle then asks me, “Could you read me the story you were working on in the park?”

“Yes. I would like to do that.” I tell her, then retrieve my composition book. I start to read when I hear my weather radio go off in the kitchen. At the same time, Annabelle’s Samsung Galaxy Express 3 also sounds an alert. We get messages of a Hurricane Warning and that conditions will deteriorate within twenty-four hours.

Annabelle becomes very nervous and tears fill her eyes.

I hold her hand and say, “I cannot promise that everything will be okay, but I will do my damn well best to take care of you.”

“Thank you, Johnny. I’m so glad to have you.” She tells me with a kiss.

“And I’m just as glad to have you!” I tell her with a kiss in return.

“Why don’t I get dinner started? I’ll cook the last frozen bags of cooked white beans in my freezer, so I don’t lose them when the current goes out. It’s a Friday anyway and I always eat white beans on a Friday.”

Annabelle nods and smiles, then we walk into my kitchen.

I take several freezer bags of white beans and empty them into my big pot. Then I light my gas range and begin to heat up the food.

Annabelle and I stand in the kitchen, staring lovingly into each others’ eyes. We hold each other and share a passionate kiss. Soon we share multiple kisses.

There’s an awkward but blissful silence between us.

Soon the beans are done, so I get us each a bowl from the cabinet and serve us. I pour some store brand pancake syrup on our white beans to give them flavor and we eat happily.

Afterwards, we do the dishes and then go watch the T.V. All of the prime time programs are interrupted by reports about the approaching Hurricane Alidore.

We decide to watch Breaking Dawn, Part One and Part Two on DVD and fall asleep in each other’s arms on the sofa until the next morning…

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How Johnny Joseph Elder met Annabelle Jenkins-A Disabled Electrician turned Writer

I get helped out a lot, so I believe I should help others when I can. My elderly and widowed neighbor, Mrs. Angela Fulton just called me to come over and set up her new Weather Radio. It is only mid-May, but it seems as if Hurricane Season is getting an early start. The local TV news station reported earlier today that Tropical Storm Alidore is potentially headed towards our city and is also forecast to become a hurricane.

So, with that, I walk out my front door and engage the deadbolt. Then I walk across my porch, down my steps and leave my yard, locking my hurricane fence behind me. I go to the house adjacent mine, walk up the steps and knock on the front door.

Soon enough, Mrs. Angela answers and lets me in.

“The weather radio is in my kitchen; I’ll go get it. Just make yourself at home,” She tells me.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Angela,” I tell her.

There is also beautiful young lady whom I have never seen before sitting on the sofa in the living room. I glance at her. She has a look of distress on her face, but then, wait, now she’s smiling at me. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela then walks back into her living room with her newly purchased Weather Radio, still in its package.

She hands it to me.

I take my Klein Electrician’s Knife from my pocket and cut open the blister packaging. Afterwards, I skim the manual. The radio is a Midland EH55VP. I’m impressed by the specs so I think I’ll buy myself one as well.

After I finish skimming the manual, I ask Mrs. Angela, “Where do you want me to plug the charger in?”

“By my bed would be fine, ” She replies.

“Show me where you have an electrical socket.”

“Okay, just a second.”

She walks me to her bedroom and I start setting up the radio.

While programming the FIPS code into the radio, I ask Mrs. Angela in a whispering voice, “Who’s that pretty girl in your living room?”

“That’s Annabelle Jenkins. She lives in the apartment complex two streets over.”

“I’ve never seen her before. How do you know her?”

“I drove her over here because her mother left her in the parking lot at Melinda’s Superstore.”

“Isn’t she worried about catching a child abandonment charge.”

“No, the girl is eighteen.”

“Wow! I can’t get over how pretty she is.”

“Well, I think it’s terrible that a mother would abandon her own offspring, especially since a hurricane might be coming this way,” Mrs. Angela pauses for a second, then continues, “You should go talk to her. Who knows? Y’all might make a nice couple. I know you must be lonesome.”

“Yes, but I’m twenty-five. What would I have in common with her?”

“Age is just a number. My husband, God rest his soul, was seven years older than me. We loved each other like there was no tomorrow and I still terribly miss him to this day.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I could be like that with her, marriages like that are pretty much non-existent these days.”

“You’ll never know unless you try. That’s why most marriages of today fail, no one tries hard enough.”

“And those that do try hard, many times get their hearts broken.”

“Now come on, I see you in that house all by yourself all day long. I know you must be lonely there. Here you could have a potential for love and companionship. Don’t let this girl be the one that got away.”

“I guess you’re right. ”

“Of course. When you get as old as me, you know quite a few things about life.”

I finish setting up the weather radio and place it on her night table.

“All done.”

“Good. Now go talk to her.”

“Sure. But what should I say?”

“I’ll help you out, Johnny.”

So, we both walk back into the living room. I go to sit in the recliner when Mrs. Angela says, “Why don’t you sit on the sofa give this old lady her rocker?”

“Sure thing,” I say, awkwardly, then go sit next to the girl.

She smiles at me again. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce y’all to each other: Annabelle, this is Johnny Joseph Elder. Johnny this is Annabelle Jenkins.”

We look at each other and awkwardly but sweetly smile.

Mrs. Angela then asks Annabelle, “So what exactly were you and your mother arguing about that she left you in the parking lot?”

Annabelle replies, “We were going to make groceries at Melinda’s and I told her I needed her to buy me a phone card for my Go Phone to turn my service back on. I then told her that I also needed a flash drive so I could type my term paper. She told me to buy them myself. I told her that I had no money because her stupid boyfriend took my money from me to buy pills. Then it all erupted and she left me in the parking lot. My term paper is due tomorrow and if I don’t turn it in, I don’t graduate.”

I gently put my hand on Annabelle’s and say, “I can get you a phone card and a flash drive if you want. I was going to Melinda’s anyway, to buy a weather radio. I thought Mrs. Angela’s one was cool so I’m going get one for myself-especially since there might be a hurricane coming.”

Mrs. Angela looks at Annabelle and says, “Why don’t you walk with him to the store. He’s a really good guy and, by the way, he couldn’t stop saying how he thinks you’re pretty!”

Annabelle, looks at me, smiles and asks, “Do you really think I am pretty.”

I nod with a bold blush and a wide grin.

She smiles back, then asks, “And you’d really buy those things for me?”

“Sure. Unless you have a boyfriend. It might make him angry if I did such a thing.”

“No. I’m single. Look how fat I am! Who would want me?”

“Well, I think your weight compliments your appearance.”

Annabelle smiles and blushes slightly, but then says, “Everyone at school harasses me because of my weight.”

“Don’t worry about them, high school students are so cruel sometimes. But once you graduate, none of them will matter ever again.”

“Well, I won’t graduate unless I write and turn in that paper.”

“Then, by all means, let’s go to the store and get some supplies.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Y’all have a good time.” Mrs. Angela interjects.

We step up from the sofa then walk out of Mrs. Angela’s front door, down her steps, out of her front yard, then on the sidewalk and walk for a block to Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

As we are walking, Annabelle asks me, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m on disability, but before that, I was an electrician’s helper. I never refuse any work that I’m actually capable of, though, and I try to help anyone whenever I can.”

“Oh, well that’s very kind of you, but how did you become disabled?”

“I was connecting the power to an outside air conditioning unit when I got shocked, lost my balance and fell eight feet and landed back first on top of a picket fence. The impact of the injury ruined my back.”

“Wow. I’m sorry that happened.”

“Well it is a blessing in disguise, I guess. You see, I’m still able to pay the mortgage and my bills, plus I have a lot of free time to do what I truly like which is writing.”

“I like to write too.”

“Neat. I’d like to read your work if that’s all right with you.”

“Only if you let me read yours.”

“I would let you see some of my stories, but others get a little steamy. I wouldn’t dare show them to a lady like you.”

“I might like the steamy ones even more though.”

“I have to make sure you are eighteen though, right. Mrs. Angela says you are.”

“Yes. Since April Fourth of this year.”

“Okay, I guess I can show them to you then.”

“How old are you though,” She asks me.

“I made twenty-five on January Twenty Seventh. I hope you don’t think I’m too old because I really do like you.”

“Nah, age is just a number. Besides, you’re cute, you’re sweet and you’re taking care of me. Anyway, who else would want me?”

“So I guess you like me too?”

“Yes. I do. A lot of guys I know are either too immature or just total jerks. However, you, somehow, seem different.”

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Me too.”

Awkwardly we hug, then begin to hold each others’ hands as we walk into Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

“Will you be able to pay for my items as well as your weather radio? I mean you are on a fixed income.”

“Sure, that’s no problem. I have a revolving credit account over here. Besides, it’s for getting things we need.”

We walk to the household merchandise section and I select a Midland EH55VP weather radio and a San Disk 16 GB flash drive. Then we walk to the front of the store and I select a Go Phone Refill card. Afterwards, we get in line to check out.

The cashier says as she smiles at me, “Johnny, you finally got a girlfriend. Y’all look so cute together.”

Annabelle and I smile at each other, then hug each other gently.

The cashier then looks at Annabelle and she says, “He’s a keeper, so treat him right and don’t break his heart.”

“Yes, I can tell he’s a keeper and he’s cute as can be,” Annabelle says.

I blush, then tell the cashier my account number and she charges the items to it.

We are handed our items, then go sit down in the food court.

She adds the credit from the Go Phone card to her AT&T plan, holds up her smartphone, a Samsung Galaxy Express 3, points it at me and says, “Since I am your girlfriend, I would like your phone number.”

“Of course,” I say, then call it out to her. She instantly programs it into her phone.

Then I say, “I want yours as well.”

“Of course, silly. I was hoping you’d ask me.”

She then calls it out and I program it into my phone, a Samsung Rugby 4.

We pick up our phones and purchased items, then leave the store happily.

“Well I guess I have to go type my paper now,” Annabelle says.

“Do you want to use my computer?”

“Good idea. I might be able to actually write the paper and not hear all the drama from my mom and her boyfriend.”

“Then let’s head to my house.”

She smiles, takes my hand and says, “Lead the way.”

We walk the block then arrive.

I unlock my hurricane fence, then we enter my yard. We walk up the steps onto the porch, then to my front door where I unlock the deadbolt.

I show her around my house saying, “Here it is. It’s not much but at least it’s mine.”

She looks around then sees the computer in my bedroom. Awkwardly, we simultaneously stare at my bed, then smile at each other, blushing.

“I guess I’ll get to work,” Annabelle says.

I start my computer up and log in, then hand her my swivel chair.

“Then I’ll set up my new weather radio and watch T.V. Afterwards I’ll prepare dinner for us. All I have is oatmeal because I didn’t defrost anything, but I can make it taste really good. That is if indeed you want to stay for dinner.”

“That’s fine. It’s much better than having to hear my mom and her boyfriend complain how they have to buy all of my meals.”

“Well, I’m glad I have someone to buy meals for.”

Annabelle sweetly hugs me and our faces meet. We share a soft loving kiss then hug once more.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep my bounds by kissing you,” I ask her.

“No, it was very sweet of you,” She replies, then continues, “Now let me type my paper, then we can spend some time together.”

“All right. I’ll let you get to work.”

I head for the doorway and she blows me another kiss, then begins writing her paper. I cut my weather radio out of the blister packaging with Klein Electrician’s knife then set it up on my kitchen gadgets rack, near the front porch window. Afterwards, I go into my living room, turn on my T.V. and adjust the antennas to watch the five o’clock news. There are numerous correspondents reporting how Tropical Storm Alidore is almost at hurricane strength and headed straight for our city. They are saying that a Watch will likely be issued at ten o’clock tonight. When the local news is finished I scan the channels on my T.V. for a while and eventually watch two reruns of MacGyver on the Me-TV sub-channel.

After the shows are over, I prepare some store brand oatmeal with White Gold sugar, store brand half ‘n’ half and McCormick Pure Vanilla Extract. When I’m done preparing dinner I walk to my bedroom. Annabelle is finishing up her term paper. She saves it to her flash drive and also on my hard drive.

We walk to the dining room. I serve the oatmeal then we say grace and eat.

After we finish eating, she offers to help me wash the dishes.

As we finish up the dishes, she asks, “Could we read some of your stories?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

We both walk to my computer and I pull up the folder with all my stories. I’m about to read to her when the alert function on my weather radio goes off from the kitchen. Seconds later her phone also goes off. We both get messages of a Hurricane Watch in effect.

“Should I walk you home to your mom’s?”

“Nah. She and her boyfriend will probably be on edge.”

“I would let you stay in my spare bedroom, but it’s totally up to you.”

“I guess I could. At least I will get a good night’s sleep instead of hearing my mom and her boyfriend, plus all the neighbors arguing.”

“Say no more; I’ll prepare the extra bed for you.”

“Thanks.”

I then go into my spare bedroom and pull back the covers on the bed. Then I turn the window unit to the coldest setting to get the room comfortable for Annabelle to sleep.”

After I walk back into my bedroom and Annabelle says, “Just walk me to the bus stop by my apartment complex in the morning, and I’ll board the bus from there.”

“Good, then I’ll go get some storm supplies from Melinda’s while you’re in school.”

“All right. I’ll call you during my bus ride home and you can meet me when I get off the bus at the complex. I might get a few days off from school and we can be together during that time.”

“That sounds great.”

“Now, since that’s settled why don’t we go back to reading your stories. I can’t wait to see them.”

“I wish I could see yours as well.”

“You can. I have them on a Micro SD card on my smartphone.”

“Great, so I’ll read one of my stories to you, then you’ll read one of your stories to me.”

We begin to read to each other, taking turns.

She writes beautifully, but what’s even more amazing is, she writes very much like me.

So I tell her, “We write very much alike. I always wanted to meet someone who wrote like me.”

“Yes, and you remind me of the good characters in my stories. It’s as if you came into existence just from what I wrote,” She pauses then says “Do you think you could read me one of your more steamy stories?”

“Well, I guess.”

“Don’t be shy.”

“Okay, here goes nothing,” I say then select the file and I read to her.

She stares intently at me and with great focus, smiling from ear to ear.

I keep on reading until I’m finished.

“Would it be all right if I took a bath? I need to be clean for school.”

“Sure. Let me get you a towel and a washcloth.”

I grab them from my utility room and open a fresh bar of soap and hand it to her. She winks at me then goes into my bathroom and turns on the water. I sit in my living room and scan the channels on my TV set. After an hour she comes out covered in a towel.

I am overcome by her beauty, but quickly I regain my composure.

“I guess I’ll go to sleep now,” Annabelle says.

“Sure thing,” I reply.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”

“If you want me to.”

“Of course I do, Johnny. I want that and so much more,” Annabelle says, then embraces me strongly. We share several kisses then she goes into my spare bedroom and gets dressed.

I go into my bedroom barely able to sleep because a beautiful young lady is under my roof. Finally, I doze off and dream many dreams about her…

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God Awful Job-Grocer and Writer (Guy’s Perspective)

NOTE:

This is a modified version of the original.

The original version was much too offensive and I’ve only shown it to people whom I trust.

Hopefully, you will forgive me and enjoy this version just as well.

Here it is without further ado:

I’ve been working hard all day, but finally, it’s time for my fifteen-minute break. Happy to have a little relaxation, I clock out and walk to the covered terrace in the chilly December weather.

As I sit down on my break, I ponder to myself, “Why did I take this God-awful job in the first place?”

Then after a half minute of pondering, I check my Go Phone for text messages.

There are two:

The first one reads, “It’s the first day of Winter, my favorite season. I think Winter is so romantic, especially now that I have you in my life.”

The second one reads, “Come get me when you’re done with work. I love you so much, baby.”

So, I reply, with the utmost honesty, “I love you too, baby and I count the hours when we are apart.” I send another message, “I’ll come get you as soon as my work is done, but I don’t know when that will be.”

Within a matter of seconds, I get a reply, “Just as long as you come get me, I’ll wait all night if I have to.”

My coworkers notice the bliss in my eyes.

The janitor, listening to foreign music on a portable world band radio, lowers the volume and asks, “Talking to your girlfriend?”

I nod at him.

“Is she pretty?” He continues.

“She is absolutely beautiful. I’m so grateful to have her in my life.” I tell him with much assuredness, then show a picture of her and I standing by the river.

He looks at the picture then says, “Wow, she sure is pretty! You and her could make beautiful children.”

“No, I haven’t been intimate with her yet. She deserves my utmost reverence,” I tell him soberly.

“You’re a good man.” The janitor says, smiling as he pats my hand.

The deli cook, also on break with us, has been quiet, up until this point. Now she is ready to pick a fight.

She looks up from her smartphone and remarks, with anger and contempt, “I bet she’s really nasty, but just pretends to be innocent with you.”

I try to keep calm and simply reply, “Nope. Actually, she is a virgin. And so am I.”

The cook continues, asking, “How old is she?”

“None of your damn business. How about you get a life?”

The cook pulls a box cutter out of her apron pocket and says, “You better not be disrespectful to me.”

I still try to maintain grace under pressure and say, “Why harm me because of someone whom I love with all my heart and who loves me in return?”

I then point to the security camera with a sign below that reads, “Every move you make is being recorded on video.”

I then say, “You’ve already committed assault with a deadly weapon and it was all caught on video. Smile for the camera! I suggest you leave me alone.”

“This isn’t over little boy! I know why you won’t tell me her age because she’s jailbait. I should call the police on you!”

“Whom are they actually going to believe? I’m not known for going around threatening physical violence upon whomever I disagree with but you are. Furthermore, I haven’t done anything illegal with her because, not only do I love her, but I also have great reverence for her. Do you the men in your life revere you? Probably not.”

The cook gets angry again, pulls out her razor and says, “I’m gonna get you and that slutty girlfriend of yours!”

Finally, I lose my temper and say, “Prove that she is slutty. You can’t. And since you can’t, that means we can sue you for defamation of character, but you probably don’t have a penny to your name, anyway.”

The cook is speechless but angry.

The janitor, though trying to hide it has a wide smirk on his face.

He turns his radio back on, until the cook says, “Turn off that old, outdated, boring racket-it’s offensive to me.”

“It’s a free country; I don’t have to,” The janitor protests.

“Turn it off or I’m going to bust it over your head,” The cook threatens.

I get angry and then tell the cook, “I believe that’s considered aggravated criminal damage to property, which carries a sentence of up to fifteen years in this state. You’d probably catch an aggravated assault charge in addition to that because you’ve been flashing that razor blade of yours. It was all caught on camera but I’ll gladly testify against you as well!”

“Y’all are ganging up on me!” The cook says with ignorance and hatred.

“No, we just want you to leave us alone. Go back to looking at whatever meaningless garbage you were looking at on your phone and don’t talk to us again.”

“You are going to pay for disrespecting me like that.”

Finally, I activate the voice recorder feature on my Go Phone and say, “Go ahead, keep making threats because everything else you say will be recorded and turned over to the cops.”

The cook finally quiets down, after showing me the middle finger.

My watch’s timer feature begins beeping indicating that my fifteen minutes are up. As I leave the break area, I tell her off “Well, I can’t argue anymore with you because I have to get back to work. You ruined my break, but I’m sure you’re proud of yourself because you delight in bringing misery to everyone you meet.”

The janitor follows me from far behind. Then, he puts the radio in his assigned locker and on his way back to the warehouse, he tells me, “Thank you for standing up for me, my friend, I don’t like her either.”

“Does anyone like her?” I ask.

The janitor laughs heartily and then, says, “You remind me of a younger version of myself. I love my wife like you love your girlfriend. That’s why I took this disgusting job so I can support her and my unborn child.”

We resume our working and I think about the janitor’s words.

I stock the shelves with dry goods diligently trying to keep my mind off of the potentially serious threats from the cook. My mind is filled with anxiety, until a gentleman comes up to me and asks, “Excuse me, young man, where might I find the remoulade sauce?”

“It’s hard to find, sir, so let me show you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

I locate it for him and he places several jars in his cart.

Afterward, I ask him, “Is there anything else we can help you find this evening?”

“Yes, actually I need to make an order in the seafood department for my meeting tonight, but no one is there right now. There are plenty of fresh fish under the glass that I want to purchase.”

“I’ll take care of that right away sir, just follow me.”

We walk to the seafood department. Upon arriving, I activate the public address system, and speak into the mouthpiece, “Customer service is needed in seafood.”

The gentleman and I converse while waiting for the seafood clerk to arrive.

He tells me, “Thank you for assisting me, young man. I wish everyone else was helpful like you.”

“Thank you for your kind words, sir. I find helping customers to be more rewarding than just putting up dry goods all day and into the night.”

“They should promote you.”

“They never will. The good jobs here are given to those with connections, not competence.”

“That’s a shame man because you’re a good worker.”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from someone like you.”

The gentleman smiles. We shake hands and continue conversing while still waiting for the seafood clerk to arrive.

Suddenly, the assistant store director begins yelling at me, “Get back to work! This company does not pay you eight dollars an hour to run your mouth with customers.”

I pat the gentleman on the shoulder and tell him, “I’m sorry, sir, but I have to go. The seafood clerk will arrive shortly.”

However, he stands up for me and says to my boss, “No, that’s not right at all. This young man is very helpful and took care of me-unlike anyone else. I think I’ll change my mind on making such a large seafood order tonight.”

The assistant store director pulls me aside and says, “You are most definitely getting written up for this incident and for disciplinary action, you will stock the entire boxed gelatin aisle all by yourself from now on.”

The gentleman overhears and is even angrier on my behalf as he says pushing away his loaded shopping cart, “Oh really, since you are going to treat him that way, I’m canceling my revolving credit account. Take me to customer service immediately!” The gentleman then tells me, “Good luck young man, I wish you could serve me again, but I’m not shopping here anymore and neither will any of my business partners.”

The store director looks at me with anger and says, “This disgusting incident will not be forgotten, I promise you that. Because of your subversive behavior, I’m going to make your life here a living hell. And if you quit it would greatly pleasure me to watch you struggle to find a job elsewhere in this economy.”

I sulk, then begin to stock the boxed gelatin filled with even more anxiety, not only about violence from the cook but also job security.

At dinner time I clock out and buy a cup of Senor Rico rice pudding and a pint bottle of Borden Milk. I sit on the terrace and think about my girlfriend. For once, I have the break area to myself but am so filled with anxiety to enjoy the peace. All too quickly my dinner break ends and I clock back in.

The work is difficult and tedious, but finally, I have the shelves stocked. Now I need to front and block the whole aisle.

I see the janitor walking by and he tells me, “Go home and spend time with your girl, I’ll do this for you.”

“Don’t you have a family to go home to?” I ask him.

“No, I’m in the country all by myself, but I need to send all the money I can back home, so my wife can eat well and our baby will be healthy.”

He then shows me a picture on his phone of his pregnant wife in a nightgown and says, “Isn’t she beautiful when she glows? I can’t wait to be a poppa.”

I nod, then say, “All right, you may front and block for me.”

“Good, because the boss man went home for the evening, so this will be our little secret. Just remember to always love your girl and treat her right. If you do, she will bring you plenty of joy.”

I nod. We shake hands and I go clock out.

Finally, I leave the store, fire up my old Toyota and head to my girlfriend’s parents’ house in the suburbs.

Upon my arrival, we embrace and kiss under the glow of a street-lamp.

“Let’s go to your house,” She says looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

My job may be God awful, but the love my girlfriend gives me is worth it and so much more…

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