Sweet Online Conversation-A Train Conductor Meets a Young Blogger

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Tabitha Howell was checking the comments to her post on a regional Facebook group. Most of them were giving her harsh critiques. She sulked in depression. In her mind writing was the only thing she thought she was good at, but this wasn’t the case according to her online peers. She kept scrolling through the members’ feedback. People made comments like “Somewhat lovely but very inappropriate.” “Too trashy.” “Not believable.” “Someone has issues.” She had mixed feelings about these reactions. In part, she was glad that she was able to provoke the emotions of others, even though they were negative. However, in a much bigger part, she felt hurt by some of the comments.

Cyrus Braeden came across the post containing a link to the love story that Tabitha wrote. Instantly, it caught his undivided attention. He thought it was beautiful, albeit a little graphic. He looked at the original poster’s profile and saw her name was Tabitha Howell and that her blog was known as TheThoughtsOfCuteCuddlyTabby. He figured she was someone who deeply desired to be loved. However, her age wasn’t listed on her profile. This made him hesitant to contact her in case she might be underage. The comments that other members made about her story made him want to stand up for her. He decided to comment on the story, just to give her hope and let her know that he appreciated her writing.

So he commented on her post “Don’t worry about what the others tell you because I think your work is beautiful. I wish I could write at least half as well as you. Your stories bring about all kinds of feelings in me. Usually, I can suppress them, however, when I read your work, I can’t. But I don’t want to either. Keep it up. I look forward to your next post.”

Cyrus then continued to look at the other posts on her blog and was deeply moved by her them. He was beginning to feel attracted to her, though he didn’t even know what she looked like. He didn’t send her a private message in case she could have been a minor.

Tabitha was about to log out and take a bath to wash away the stench of failure when she saw the new comment. She began to read it. Immediately Tabitha pulled up Cyrus’ profile page and gained a great deal of information about him. She learned that he was a twenty-five-year-old freight train conductor named Cyrus Braeden. At first, she seemed nervous since he was four years older than her and might only be interested in sex. She also knew that no other worthwhile boys or men ever paid attention to her. She looked at his profile picture and was instantly attracted to him. She began to do a Google search for his name but didn’t find anything substantial aside from what she read on his Facebook profile. This made her slightly suspicious, but she still wanted to know more about him. His profile displayed “Online Now.”

After wrestling in her head and heart about what to do, she decided to send him a direct message through Facebook, “Hi. I’m glad you enjoy my stories. No one else in the group does. I would like to know more about you, so could you please message me back.”

Suddenly a private message appeared in Cyrus’ inbox. It was from Tabitha Howell so he instantly opened it and read.

Carefully he selected the words for his reply, “Thank you for messaging me. I’m somewhat new here, but I know a beautiful story when I see it. My profile says it all, I’m 23 and I’m a train conductor. I work five sometimes six days a week, but I’m off tomorrow. Before I say any more, I would like to know more about you. You seem young and, even though I wouldn’t dare do anything, I don’t think it is right for me to be in contact with a minor.”

Very quickly a new message from Tabitha appeared, “Oh, I’m sorry I should have told you. I’m 19, so you have nothing to worry about. I don’t think you would want to do anything with me anyway, because of my weight.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You seem like a genuine person and your writing is very beautiful. I never even saw a picture of you, but if I did I bet I would think you’re very pretty.”

“Aww, thanks! You’re sweet.”

“Do you have any real pictures? I don’t see any on your Facebook profile”

“Yes. I’ll send you a few. Don’t be too grossed out.”

Tabitha then DMed Cyrus a few of her recently taken selfies.

He looked at them thoroughly and soon was extremely attracted to her and carefully selected the words for another message to send to her, “You are very beautiful. Even though you may disagree, I think your weight compliments your appearance. Please don’t think I am a pervert or anything for telling you that. I just admire you very much but I also revere you!”

Instantly Tabitha replied “You’re so kind to tell me that. You’re very cute too. There must be some lucky girl in your life.”

Cyrus knew it was time, to open up, so he typed “Nope. There isn’t. We railroaders have trouble getting and staying in relationships because of the hours we work. I do enjoy my job don’t get me wrong but my love life is quite lonely.”

“Oh. I see.”

He had deeply hoped that she would somehow put up with his hectic schedule if he would just have the chance to shower her with affection and attention. He knew that he should contact her through other mediums besides the writing forum. So he asked her, “Would it be all right if I friend request you?”

“Sure. As if you had to ask.”

“Awesome. I’ll request you.”

“And I’ll confirm that request!”

After Tabitha confirmed his friend request she told him, “You’re not that far away from me.”

Cyrus was shocked but even more attracted. He realized this might be able to work. So he replied, “Wow that’s good news. You don’t have your current location listed here.”

“Yes. That’s for safety reasons.”

“I fully understand.”

“I trust you somehow, so I’ll tell you my hometown. It’s in Landing Station.”

“Wow, the train I work on makes a stop there almost every day that it runs.”

“Cool!”

“Sometimes we park on the siding track there and let higher priority trains pass us.”

Cyrus now wanted to meet her but also thought of her with great reverence. Carefully he typed a message to her “I want to ask you something, but I’m nervous. I’m afraid I’ll scare you off.”

“Just ask. I’ll do my best.”

He wrote “Maybe one day, you could come to the passenger depot in Landing Station and visit me while my train parked on the siding. I can even have a special agent there for both of our safety.”

“You’re making me blush. What’s a special agent though?”

“A railroad cop.”

“Oh, I see.”

Saying the words “railroad cop” made Cyrus realize that Tabitha might not be some cute nineteen-year-old young lady, but an imposter. He wanted to meet her but was beginning to feel leery that she might not be who she says she is. He then remembered her beautiful stories and his ongoing loneliness and put the thoughts out of his mind and type another message.

“So is that a yes or a no.”

“Yes, one day.”

“Could you tell me more about yourself, before we meet?”

Tabitha replied “Well you know I am 19. I’m still in high school because I had to take a year off for medical reasons. I’m disabled but my parents want me to finish high school and I still live with them. They can be overprotective. I attend a very strict Catholic school. I wouldn’t go to the public school because everyone would torment me about my weight.”

He realized she was extremely sensitive about her weight, so he decided to tell her “You mean you’re beautiful curviness!”

“You’re making me blush again. What about you?”

“I’m originally from Checker which is 15 miles east of where you are, but I ran away when I was 18 and wandered into the railroad yard on the outskirts of Blues City. I almost got hit by a train, but the engineer named John Blythe took me under his wing and offered me a job. I gladly took it. He helped me buy my house too. I got it for only eighty grand, which is a steal considering it is located in Blues City. The previous owner of the house was murdered right after proposing to his girlfriend. He too was an aspiring writer and had just made it big but a former coworker killed him.”

“What happened to his girlfriend?”

“Her heart burst when she saw him die.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yes. I frequently think about it because their love for each other is inspirational to me it makes me wish I could love someone like that.”

“You can.”

“Are you talking about you and me?”

“Of course.”

Cyrus’ heart skipped a beat. The young lady he had been desiring also wanted him. However, he knew of the plethora of failed relationships that seemed to plague most railroaders. He typed, “Well I work long hours and I am away from home a lot-I’ve seen that ruin the love lives of many of my buddies.”

Tabitha replied, “I don’t care; I would wait for you to have free time. You’re cute. You’re sweet. And who else would want me?” Tabitha sent another message “Do you even want me?”

Carefully Cyrus replied, “Yes. I do want you. You’re very beautiful, body, heart, and, soul and you write those amazing stories! Like I said before, I admire you but I also revere you!”

“So you’ll be mine?”

“I sure will!”

“You’re making my heart sing and dance!”

“Just as long as it will sing and dance with mine!”

“Of course, it will!”

Cyrus’ heart eased. He had admired this young lady and then desired her, and now she made an advance at him and he accepted her. Everything was beginning to feel complete.

Boldly he asked her, “Could I give you my phone number?”

“Sure. Would you like mine as well?”

“Most definitely.”

They quickly exchanged their phone numbers.

Tabitha texted Cyrus, “I don’t want my parents to hear me talking to you and freak out. They are very protective.”

He then replied, “That’s fine. I don’t want to get on their bad side because I want things to work for us.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“And so are you! I would like to meet them to let them know that my intentions are pure, I mean no harm and I will always treat you right as long as you let me be yours!”

“Uh-oh. I forgot to take my medicine. I’ve been blogging and talking to you all night.”

Out of concern for Tabitha, Cyrus said, “Well go take it. Your health is important.”

“I guess. That medicine is the reason why I’m so fat. It also makes me very sleepy.”

Cyrus thought of all his foamer friends who took medication and how it disqualified them from obtaining railroad jobs for those very reasons. Still, he knew what some of those foamers were like without medication and sent Tabitha another message.

“Well your health is still important, so why don’t you go take it and we can talk tomorrow, either online or on the phone.”

“Okay. Thanks for understanding. I know you’re someone special. You don’t judge me because I have to take medicine and you think my weight compliments me.”

“I think you’re beautiful both inside and out. I just hope and pray you will put up with my crazy work schedule.”

“Of course. Now let me go take my medicine.”

Tabitha walked to the kitchen and took her Abilify with a glass of water. She was anxious because she knew she would eventually have to explain to Cyrus what she takes medicine for and was afraid that he might leave her.

“I’m going to miss you, but I hope and pray that I dream about you.”

“And I hope and pray to dream of you as well.”

Tabitha walked back to her computer and typed “I guess I will tell you goodnight.”

“And good night to you. I wish I could hug you.”

“Would you want to kiss me too?”

“Only if you would want. I don’t want to overstep my boundary.”

“You’re not overstepping any boundary. If anything, I so want you to kiss me.”

“Then, yes, I would give you a long, loving kiss.”

“You make me happy!”

“You make me happy too!”

“Now I’m getting sleepy-it’s because of the medicine.”

“Then get some rest. I will too.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

Tabitha went to bed feeling happier than he had been in a long time as did Cyrus.

Sweeter Phone Conversation

Back to “A Train Conductor Meets a Young Blogger”

Part Four-The New Generation Gap

Friday, November 2, 2012:

Zachary woke up, alone.

Tiffany had gone to stay with Mrs. Judith Brezinski so that they would not be tempted to run afoul of God’s commands. They both knew that this was for the best, even though they missed each other terribly.

After taking everything in, Zachary checked his bank account and saw that the $1,024 he received each month from SSDI was deposited.

With that, he showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth. Afterward, he dressed, then left his apartment locking the door behind him.

He started his Cobalt and drove to the bank where he had a $206 money order printed out for his rent payment. Immediately he filled it out, then left the bank. He also withdrew some cash so Tiffany could buy some second-hand clothing when he picked her up to go thrifting.

Zachary drove straight to the apartment complex office and slipped the money order in the mail slot.

He then drove to the mall and to the AT&T store where he added funds to his Go Phone account and also purchased a Samsung A187 Quick Messaging phone on clearance and a $25 plan for Tiffany, and then had it activated.

After completing his transactions, he drove to the electric cooperative office, then the waterworks, and paid his respective monthly bills.

Finally, Zack called Mrs. Judith to which she answered

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mrs. Judy, this is Zack. May I talk to Tiffany?”

“Sure thing, young man. She just finished her breakfast.”

Mrs. Judith then handed her phone to Tiffany as she said, “Your beau wants to talk to you.”

Tiffany answered the phone, “Hey bae.”

“Hey. I purchased you a phone along with a plan and I would be honored to take you thrifting so you can have some nice clothes.”

“Oh, thank you, Zack! That is so sweet of you.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“When will you be coming over?”

“I’m on my way now.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready now so I don’t take too long.”

“Don’t rush yourself though, sweetheart.”

“Are you driving right now?”

“Yes.”

“Then please focus on driving so you don’t get hurt.”

“All right, will do.”

“I love you, bae.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Zachary and Tiffany hung up.

Zachary drove carefully to Mrs. Judith’s house where Tiffany was getting ready.

He parked in the driveway then walked to the door and rang the bell.

Mrs. Judith answered, “Tiffany is still getting ready, but you can make yourself at home.”

“Thank you,” Zachary replied as he sat down on the couch.

Mrs. Judith was flipping between cable news channels on her television set. Zachary watched with her.

She eventually spoke, “Tiffany is crazy about you, Zack. So I hope you have only good intentions with her.”

“Yes, ma’am I most certainly do. For years, I had been petitioning The Good Lord to send me someone to love and I am immensely thankful to Him that He sent Tiffany my way. I love her so much!”

“I don’t mind taking her in, because she helps me around the house, plus my doing so is preventing you and her from sinning. It is very admirable that you don’t want to defile your relationship with her. Most people your age would even consider the such.”

“Well, I am a God-fearing man. And I fear Him enough to consider that if we don’t honor Him with our relationship, He will not bless our relationship, and I, therefore, could lose her. I don’t ever want that to happen!”

“If you feel that way, then, by all means, get to know her more, but I think she is wife material and I know that you are husband material as well.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Judy!”

“Of course, young man.”

They went back to watching cable news channels until Tiffany stepped out of the bathroom.

She embraced Zachary with strong affection.

“As always, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thanks bae. You make me feel special.”

Zachary reached into his shopping bag and handed it as he said, “This is your new phone. It was the nicest one I could afford at the moment, especially since I want to buy you other gifts.”

“It’s cute, Zack. Thank you!”

“You get two hundred fifty voice minutes and unlimited texting, each month, so you can keep in touch with me and others, but only give your number to those whom you trust.”

Tiffany placed the phone in her jean pocket, then grabbed her messenger bag and said, “Well, I need some clothes and you said there’s a thrift store a few towns over, right.”

“Yes. Each article of clothing is only twenty-five cents.”

“Awesome.”

“That should purchase you a whole new wardrobe.”

“Then let’s go. I’ve been wearing the same clothes since Tuesday.”

“Y’all be careful and be good,” Mrs. Judith said.

With that, Zachary and Tiffany walked out the front door and to the Cobalt, where Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She kissed him, then kissed him again, saying, “The first kiss is because I missed you all night and I didn’t want to kiss you in front of Mrs. Judy. The second kiss is because you’re such a gentleman, Zack!”

“I love you, sweetheart!” Zachary said as he blushed.

“I love you too, bae!” Tiffany replied while smiling from ear to ear.

Zachary then entered on the driver’s side started his engine then prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for sending Tiffany into my life and I thank you for blessing me and meeting my needs, even my wants. Please grant us safe travels and allow Tiffany to find some nice clothes as we go thrifting today. Please protect us from all who wish to do harm and draw us closer to You and each other. In Jesus’ Name, I make these prayers, Amen, and thank You, Lord.”

Zachary backed out of Mrs. Judith’s driveway, then onto the highway as they headed northeast.

“I know the drive takes a while, sweetheart, but I think it will be worth it.”

“That’s fine bae it’s more than fine. It means we get to spend more time together,” Tiffany said as she held Zachary’s hand.

“I missed not being able to cuddle with you last night.”

“I missed you too, but Mrs. Judy was nice and she had nothing but good things to say about you.”

Zachary blushed.

“I can see what she means, though. I think it’s obvious to everyone around you, Zack!” Tiffany continued.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I know I want you by my side forever, and if that means us staying under different roofs to maintain God’s blessing and favor on our relationship, then I am willing to do just that.”

“I know it will be hard, bae. Because I don’t like being apart from you.”

“I don’t like being apart from you either, but let’s look at it as offering our members as a living sacrifice. After all, Jesus Christ died for us so we should live for Him.”

“I know, bae. And God tells me that because we want to honor Him, He will honor us.”

“I am ever thankful that He sent you into my life Tiffany.”

“I am too. When I bumped into you at the mall, I was so embarrassed because I am a big girl and I knocked you down.”

“Yes, the fall hurt, but when I looked up at you and saw your beautiful face, the pain ceased that very moment.”

“I was expecting you to sue me.”

“Never. Anyway, I wouldn’t have had a case. My back was already damaged.”

“I guess it’s because my parents are always so obsessed with money.”

“Even if you knocked me down intentionally, I wouldn’t be offended.”

“Why, so I could sit on you?”

Zachary blushed and nodded.

Tiffany giggled.

Zachary then asked, “What part of my body would you sit on?”

Tiffany giggled even more and smirked as she replied, “Hmmm, let me think,” Tiffany paused for a second, then continued, “I know: I would sit on that cute baby face of yours! It would be underneath my big butt and I would totally own you.”

Zachary then asked with passion, “And what would you wear whilst sitting upon my face?”

Tiffany’s smirk grew even more deviant as she said, “Those pretty panties you bought me at The Dollar General. Of course, I would only wear them at first, just to tease you, but then I would pull them down and make you could use your tongue on me!”

“Oh, sweetheart, my tongue would go for miles upon miles inside your most intimate parts until you flood my face!”

“Ooo, bae, tell me more!” Tiffany said, filled with excitement and lust.

“Very well: I…”

A truck suddenly pulled out in front of Zachary and Tiffany. Zachary sounded his horn and slammed on his brakes, missing the truck by just a few short feet.

“Thank you, Lord. That was too close for comfort!”

“I feel very convicted about what we were just talking about, Zack.”

“Me as well, Tiffany.”

“Thank God we weren’t hurt.”

“Speaking of God, we need to pray: Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive us of the sinful conversation we just had, and please allow, equip, and compel us to do better. Furthermore, Lord, we thank you for sparing us a tremendous deal of harm just now. Please continue to grant us safe travels and keep us together forever. In Jesus’ Name, we petition you, Amen!”

“Yes, Lord, please forgive me for my dirty talk. I love Zack and I am very attracted to him, but help me to not give in to these lusts until I am married to him. In Jesus’ Name, I pray, Amen!”

“Just so you know, sweetheart, God has now forgiven you of your sins and my sins. There is no need to confess to a priest or anything like that. Just humbly admit to God what you did and ask Him to help you do better henceforth.”

“Yes. I do feel as if a huge weight that I had been carrying all my life has been taken off of me.”

They continued driving in peaceful silence and then arrived at the thrift store.

Zachary parked his Cobalt then exited the driver’s side and walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for Tiffany.

She embraced him and then kissed him. Soon their tongues were wrestling until an uptight motorist passing by blew his horn at them.

Subsequently, Zachary and Tiffany walked into the thrift store and began to browse around.

Tiffany made a beeline for the plus-sized women’s section and began to grab several tee shirts, blouses, shorts, dress pants, yoga pants, and skirts.

Zachary went to the electronics section and saw a high-spec desktop computer that was only a few years old but selling for only $10. Immediately he purchased it.

Tiffany continued shopping for clothes until she had every article in her size that she liked.

They then checked out and were handed a large bag with all the clothing.

Zachary placed all their purchases in his trunk, then opened the passenger door for Tiffany, to which she pelted his face with many loving kisses. They embraced for just a moment, then Zachary walked to the driver’s side and entered.

“Thank you bae for buying me all those clothes and of course, the phone.”

“There’s some more I plan to purchase you, especially since I was able to get a decent computer to write with for cheap. I will get you whatever art supplies your heart desires.”

“You’re so sweet, Zack and I love you!”

“I love you too and I want you by my side for life.”

“I want that too, bae!”

With that, Zachary put his car in gear, then prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for all that You have just blessed us with and we thank You for placing us together and ask that You keep us together. Please grant us a safe trip to wherever else we may go and draw us closer to You. In Jesus’ Name, we make these prayers, Amen.”

Tiffany asked, “Where else did you want to go?”

“I was going to Target to buy a backpack so I can carry some of my stuff with me. I saw your messenger bag and realized that I should have something like that as well.”

“If it’s all right, can you drop me off at Mrs. Judy’s? I would like to change my clothes.”

“Of course sweetheart. And later this evening, if you want, I can take you to dinner and buy you some art supplies.”

“I would like that, bae. I’m so thankful that God put us together.”

“Me as well, sweetheart.”

Zachary and Tiffany held hands until they arrived at Mrs. Judith’s house.

Then Zachary parked his Cobalt in the driveway, exited the driver’s side, and opened the passenger door for Tiffany, to which she passionately kissed him. He then opened the trunk and brought the bag with Tiffany’s clothes to the door.

Tiffany rang the doorbell and Mrs. Judith greeted them.

“Zack bought me a whole bunch of clothes,” Tiffany said, then continued, “Can you help me store them?”

“Of course, Tiffany,” She then looked at Zachary and said, “That was very sweet of you, Zack.”

“It was the least I could do, after all, I am in love with her!” Zachary said with confidence.

“And I am in love with him.”

“I have to run a few more errands, sweetheart, but later this evening, I will take you out for dinner and purchase you some art supplies.”

“I can’t wait, bae!”

Zachary and Tiffany walked to the Cobalt, where they embraced and shared a few sweet kisses and those three words.

Zachary then entered the driver’s side and drove to complete his errands…

Later that day:

Zachary put his Cobalt in gear and headed to Target as he prayed, “Heavenly Father, thank you for all that you have blessed me with today and every day. Thank you especially for sending Tiffany into my life and please allow us to stay together. Lord, I now ask that you grant me traveling grace wherever I must go. Please help me to line my life up totally with Your Word and to honor and glorify You in all that I do. In Jesus’ Name, I make these requests to You, Amen, and thank You, Lord.”

Zachary then drove in silence to Target, in hopes to purchase a Wenger SwissGear backpack. He was laser-focused on purchasing one, not only because it was well made, but also because he felt that the Swiss Cross emblem that is shown on those products would be an excellent form of witness wear.

In time, he arrived at Target and made a beeline for the luggage section.

He carefully examined each backpack that interested him until finally settling for one selling for $49.99+tax. It was black red and grey, fabricated very well, and seemed to fit the bill perfectly. Zachary grabbed it and then headed immediately to check out where he completed his purchase.

He then walked to his Cobalt and entered on the driver’s side, placing his newly purchased backpack on the back passenger seat. He then sat down, put his car in gear, and prayed once again, “Dear Heavenly, thank you for blessing me with this new backpack and of course all that you have blessed me with throughout my life. Thank you, especially for Tiffany, and please keep us together. Please also allow us to honor you with our relationship and our lives. Now Lord I ask you to grant me safe travels and allow me to complete the remainder of my tasks and have a wonderful evening with Tiffany later. In Jesus’ Name, I pray, Amen.”

Zachary then drove to his apartment, parked, and walked up the stairs to his unit. He unlocked the door, then began placing some of his everyday items in that backpack, such as his Victorinox Tinker Swiss Army Knife, Several composition books, his Asus Eee PC netbook with charger, some writing instruments, a Mini Maglite flashlight for backup to his Fenix E21 and his Midland HH50B Weather Radio. Zachary felt better prepared now and had been desiring to get into the habit of everyday carry. He had seen the ideas on several forums, but seeing Tiffany with her Wenger SwissGear messenger bag was the ultimate catalyst.

After organizing his new backpack to his liking, Zachary then began to set up his newly acquired computer.

He began to pray, “Dear Heavenly Father, I thank You for blessing me with this computer. I thank You for all else that You blessed me with throughout my life. I realize that this machine may need some work done, but I ask that you give me the wisdom and knowledge required to get it working. Please guide my hands and my mind, Gracious Lord. In Jesus’ Name, I make this request, Amen.”

Zachary started the CPU and connected it to his monitor keyboard and mouse then turned it on. He quickly realized that it needed an operating system, so he decided to install Ubuntu 12.04 which he had downloaded and burned to CD a few days in preparation for this. The installation went smoothly and soon he had the PC running like a brand new machine. He then began to transfer all of his writings, music, pictures, and videos to the new computer which took some time. Finally, he logged onto eBay and ordered a Fenix E11 personal-sized flashlight for Tiffany to keep in her messenger bag. It would also complement the Fenix E21 that he EDCed.

After all, was finished, Zachary looked at the time on his G-Shock and saw that it was now a quarter to five, so he washed himself up, shaved, and donned a black pair of dress pants and an evergreen workshirt, then called Tiffany.

“Hey, you!” She answered with happiness.

“Sweetheart, I was calling to tell you that I have completed all my tasks of the day. So I now wish to take you out to dinner. Would you prefer an Italian Buffet or a Chinese Buffet? Or would you want something different than those?”

“An Italian buffet sounds amazing. I’ve never been to an Italian buffet, so let’s go there!”

“Awesome, sweetheart. I was hoping you would say that.”

Tiffany then asked, “Are you driving right now?”

“No, I am still in my apartment.”

“Good. I don’t want you talking or texting and driving. I want you to be safe.”

“I promise you, sweetheart, I shall not talk or text while driving. But, if it’s all right with you, I’ll head your way.”

“Okay, bae. I’ll get ready.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bae.”

Zachary and Tiffany then ended the call and Zachary walked out of his unit and locked the door behind him. He walked down to his parking spot and then entered his Cobalt on the driver’s side. Zachary then fired up the engine and put it in gear as he prayed, “Heavenly Father, thank you for all that You have done for me. Thank You for Your love, your grace, and your mercy. Of course, thank you for Tiffany, and please keep us together, but don’t let us idolize each other. Lord, please grant me safe travels as I go to pick her up, and please watch over us all evening. In Jesus’ Name, I pray, Amen.”

Zachary drove in silence until he pulled up at Mrs. Judith’s house. He parked in the driveway then stepped out and walked to the front door and rang the bell.

Mrs. Judith answered, “Well hello again, Zack.” She paused, then continued, “Tiffany is still getting ready, but just sit in the living room and make yourself at home.”

“Yes ma’am,” Zachary replied.

“What are your plans with Tiffany this evening?”

“I want to take out and eat some Italian food and then purchase her some art supplies.”

“Wonderful. And I think that eating Italian cuisine will put Tiffany in the mood to be creative since there are so many famous artists from Italy.”

“She tells me how her parents used to burn her paintings, simply because they wanted her to have what they thought was a real job.” Mrs. Judith paused then continued, “I know my late husband never got me pregnant, but I would have never been so cruel to any child of mine.”

“How did you meet your husband if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well, like Tiffany, I was a fat girl, and many kids teased me. Shortly after I turned eleven and there was this sweet but shy eight-year-old boy who moved into my neighborhood. He was the only one who would play with me. But we had to go play together in secret because, at the time, boys and girls weren’t allowed to play together. We just secretly met every day over the years and our feelings for each other became stronger and stronger. So we decided we would get married as soon as he was legally able. I loved him and I know he loved me. We were married in 1959, and because of the threat of Mutually Assured Destruction from the Cold War, we decided to start going to church, and from there we surrendered our hearts and lives to Jesus Christ. Then in 1967, he was drafted. He didn’t want to leave me and go but knew that the Bible required us to comply with the orders of our government. I remember the night before he reported to duty-it was the most romantic moment of my life and my most cherished memory of him. Because in 1968 he was killed in a helicopter crash in Vietnam.” Tears then filled Mrs. Judith’s eyes.

Zachary was at a loss for words.

What broke the sadness was Tiffany came walking out of the hallway dressed in an evergreen blouse and a black dress skirt that went just below her knees.

Zachary looked at her and said, “Good Lord, sweetheart, aren’t you beautiful?!”

Tiffany giggled and said, “Thanks bae. I am just happy to be in some new clothes now.”

They subsequently embraced each other with sweet affection.

“Are you ready to go eat?”

“Yes. I am hungry.”

“Well let’s go and you can eat until your heart is content.”

“Let’s go!” Tiffany said with happiness.

“Y’all have fun and be good,” Mrs. Judith said.

“Pray for us,” Zachary said.

“Yes, please do,” Tiffany added in.

“I sure will,” Mrs. Judith replied.

With that, Zachary and Tiffany walked to the Cobalt, then Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany, to which she stepped him and kissed him multiple times with passion.

Zachary then entered on the driver’s side started his engine and then put it in gear as he prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, as always we thank You for all that You have done for us. We especially thank You for putting us together and fervently request that we are never torn apart. Likewise, we pray that not only do you draw us closer together, but you draw us even closer to you. Please grant us safe travels and be with us everywhere we go tonight. We make these prayers in Jesus’ Name, Amen, and thank You, Lord.”

“You pray so beautifully, Zack.

“Thank you, Tiffany, as you know I am expressing to God what is on my heart.”

“I especially love how you continuously pray for God to keep us together.”

“Well, right now that is the greatest desire of my heart.”

“I love you so much, bae!”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Zachary and Tiffany then held hands as they drove to town and then to the Italian Buffet restaurant.

Zachary parked his Cobalt, then stepped out of the driver’s side and walked over to the passenger side, and opened the door for Tiffany.

She stepped out and kissed him. They embraced and then their faces met as they rubbed noses and fired many kisses at each other until a bitter middle-aged woman threatened to call the police on them.

Humbly they walked into the restaurant where Zachary paid and included a tip. They were then given a booth.

Zachary and Tiffany then served themselves each a plate of food.

Tiffany served herself some spaghetti and meatballs, a garden salad, a few slices of various kinds of pizza, and some breadsticks. Zachary served himself a penne chicken Alfredo pasta, also a garden salad, and some Zuppa Tuscana.

When they filled their plates and sat down, Zachary said grace, “Heavenly Father, we thank You so much for this wonderful food we are about to receive. We thank You for our time together and we thank You for putting us together. Let nothing come between us. Please help us to honor and glorify You with our lives and our relationship and please bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies to Your service and Glory. In Jesus’ Name, we make these prayers, Amen.”

They began eating.

Tiffany was quite hungry and she was wolfing down her meal.

Zachary also ate considerably fast, but he watched Tiffany with admiration.

“I’m sorry that I eat like a pig, Zack.”

“I think you’re so cute when you eat, sweetheart.”

“I know what you’re doing, you just want my butt to get bigger!”

“Bigger or smaller or anything in between I would still want you.”

“And I would still want you too, Zack. You’re so sweet!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

They soon finished their first plates.

“By all means, go back for seconds, sweetheart. Try this Zuppa Tuscana, it’s wonderful!”

“Okay, bae.” Tiffany said with a wide smile.

Tiffany then scooped some penne Chicken Alfredo Pasta and some Zuppa Tuscana along with some cheese ravioli. Zachary spooked some spaghetti and meatballs, pizza, and breadsticks. Happily, they ate.

“Wow, Zack, this Zuppa Tuscana is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. This spaghetti and meatballs are so simple, yet so perfect. It would even compete with mine.”

“Honestly, I like yours better, though Zack.”

“Thank you, sweetheart, that means a lot to me!”

Tiffany blew Zachary a kiss then they finished their second plate.

“Would you like a third plate?” Zachary asked.

“If I do, let it be dessert. I’m getting full.” Tiffany said as she held her stomach.

Zachary discretely bent over and kissed Tiffany’s belly as he said, “You’re so beautiful!”

Tiffany kissed Zack on top of his head and told him, “You’re quite sexy yourself!”

They then got up for dessert.

They each took a cup of Swiss Mocha, some chocolate swirl ice cream, and some oatmeal spice cookies.

Happily, they sat down and finished their meal, then left.

Zachary walked Tiffany to his Cobalt and he opened the passenger door for her, to which she kissed him and stepped in.

He then entered on the driver’s side and started his engine, put it in gear, and prayed, “Heavenly Father, we thank You for such a lovely meal and we thank You for all the blessings upon our lives. Please keep us together and protect us from all who wish to cause harm. Please also grant us safe travels and bring us ever closer to each other and You. We make these prayers in Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

Zachary then said, “Would you like to go get your art supplies?”

“Sure,” Tiffany replied.

“Where do we buy them?”

“At that store in the mall where we met.”

“Then let’s go!”

Zachary and Tiffany drove to the mall and parked.

He then stepped out and opened the passenger door for Tiffany to which she kissed him.

They then walked to the art store.

“Get whatever you want or need, I should have enough money.”

“Okay bae,” Tiffany said as she kissed him yet again.

Tiffany grabbed some pencils, brushes, paint, canvas boards, a sketch pad, and an easel.

Zachary then paid and they left the store.

“Before we get in your car, bae, I have to potty, like really badly,” Tiffany said.

“As do I,” Zachary replied.

So they walked to the bathrooms and then relieved themselves.

Afterward, they walked to Zachary’s Cobalt, to which he opened the passenger door for Tiffany and she kissed him. He then placed Tiffany’s art supplies in his trunk then locked it.

Zachary stepped in on the driver’s side, put his car in gear, and then prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for all the blessings you have given to us. Thank you for giving me the ability to supply Tiffany with what she needs to pursue her art career. Please allow and compel her to create some art that honors You and gives You glory. Also please keep us together and protect us from all attacks, both carnal and spiritual. and please grant us safe travels as I bring Tiffany home. In Jesus’ Name, I make these prayers, Amen, and thank You, Lord.”

“I’m getting sleepy, Zack. I think I will go to bed as soon as I get in.”

“May I tuck you in and give you good night kisses?”

“Of course or should I say, you better!”

“I love you so much, sweetheart!”

“I love you too, bae!”

Zachary and Tiffany then drove to Mrs. Judith’s house holding hands the entire way.

Upon arrival, Zachary parked in the driveway then stepped out the driver’s side and opened the passenger door for Tiffany, to which she lovingly kissed him. He then removed the art supplies from the trunk and carried them in.

They then walked to the front door and rang the bell.

Mrs. Judith answered and let them in.

“I’ll be going right to bed,” Tiffany said in a sleepy voice.

“I would like to set Tiffany’s art supplies down for her,” Zachary added.

Mrs. Judith nodded.

Zachary and Tiffany walked to the bedroom.

Tiffany let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing the lavender panties that accentuated her well-endowed fanny. She then took off her blouse, revealing a red sports brassiere.

Zachary beheld her with a mixture of the highest admiration and the strongest lust. He then planted kisses all over her body as he caressed her love handles, then her lower back, then her buttocks.

Tiffany giggled sweetly as she fired several kisses back at him then climbed into bed as Zack tucked her in and covered her gently.

They shared several more kisses and then those three little words.

Zachary then left and closed the bedroom door behind him.

Mrs. Judith was waiting in the living room, to which he told her, “Good night.”

“Good night, young man. Be careful.”

Zachary exited the front door and Mrs. Judith locked it.

He then walked to his Cobalt and entered. He started the engine and then put it in gear, then took the road as he prayed, “Thank you Heavenly Father for Tiffany. I love her so much, so please keep us together. Let us always honor You in all of our ways and draw ever closer to You. Please give me safe travels as I head back home. In Jesus’ Name, I make these prayers, Amen.

In silence, Zachary drove to his apartment. He parked in his assigned spot, walked up the stairs, and then entered his unit.

Subsequently, he locked the door, and then texted Tiffany, “I safely arrived at home, sweetheart. I love you.”

Seconds later she replied, “Thank God! I love you too, bae!”

Zachary then took off his going-out clothes and went straight to bed.

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Part Two-The New Generation Gap

Wednesday, October 31, 2012:

Sunbeams were making their way through the window as Zachary and Tiffany woke up in each others’ arms to the ringing of her phone.

She saw it was her dad’s number on the caller ID and refused to answer it. Tiffany opened her eyes but lie awake whilst ignoring the loud ringer and instead was taking in all the joys of being held by a good man who was so sweet to her.

A few minutes later, Zack opened his eyes and then kissed Tiffany on top of her head

The phone finally stopped ringing. Minutes later, Tiffany was notified of a new voicemail.

She checked it and played the message through the speakerphone feature, “Tiffany Anne Taylor, I don’t know who in the **** you think you are leaving when you have these blank damn chores to do. If I don’t hear from you by the end of the day, I’m selling all that blank damn junk that is in your room and I am cutting off your ****ing phone service. You are probably laying out with some *blank* damn loser. When he gets you pregnant, then dumps you, don’t come crying to me. I spent the past nineteen years raising your fat ***, and I’m not about to raise your kids. You will have made your filthy ****ing bed now sleep in it. I fed, clothed, and sheltered you for nineteen years and this is how you repay me, well now I wash my ****ing hands of you.”

A few minutes later, her mom called and again, Tiffany didn’t answer. About two minutes later, she received another voicemail, “You need to quit carrying on like an ungrateful whore, Tiffany, and come back. Your father and I work way too hard to have you mooching off of us and playing house with some lazy bum. We need you to keep the house clean for us, that’s the least you could do after all we did for you. There will indeed be severe consequences for your bratty behavior, little girl. Your father is going to beat your hiney to a pulp and if you press charges on him, then you are no longer welcome in our house again!”

Tiffany became filled with anxiety once again.

Zachary put his arms around her and asked, “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“I’m afraid that my parents are going to make trouble with me and at the same time that you will get me pregnant and then dump me then I’ll have nowhere to go.”

“How can I relieve those fears?”

“I don’t know. Just hold me.”

Zack held Tiffany close to him and played with her long curly hair.

He then spoke, “I meant what I said when I told you how I shall forego intimate relations with you until we are married. I’m way too scared of losing you.”

“Thank you.” Tiffany softly said.

Zachary began to caress her face and kissed her.

“And if we are married, then I am legally obligated to support any child I produce with you if that makes you feel any better.”

“Yes. It does, but I want you for much more than just child support.”

“Remember when I asked you out and I made all those promises?”

“Yes.

“I meant what I said when I made those promises.”

“I know. It’s just no one has ever been so sweet to me.”

“Well get used to it, as long as you’re mine!”

“I want to be yours forever!”

“I as well.”

“I want to be sure of that.”

“Why don’t I make us some breakfast? I’ll allow my actions to confirm my words.”

“Yes. I’m hungry.”

“Then come on, I’ll feed you.”

Tiffany smiled and then said, “You just want to see my butt get bigger!”

Zachary patted Tiffany’s panty-covered buttocks and replied, “Well you do have a lovely bottom, but in reality everything about you is lovely!” Zachary paused then kissed her on the back of her neck as he said, “Your sweet personality is the loveliest of all and, because of that, I would want you in any size!”

Tiffany smiled and blushed as she said, “I wish we were married right now, Zack!”

“Me as well Tiffany. I want you by my side for the rest of my life!”

“You’re making me smile again.”

“I know how to make you smile even more!” Zachary said as he began to tickle Tiffany’s soft thick belly.

She began to giggle uncontrollably until she said, “Okay. Okay. Okay. Zack, please stop it or I will wet you and your bed!”

Zack immediately stopped tickling her.

Tiffany continued, “Sorry, bae, I just have to pee so badly.” Zack replied,

“I have to relieve my bladder as well, but ladies first,” as he kissed her.

Tiffany kissed Zachary in return, then pranced to the bathroom, as her panty-covered buttocks and hips swiveled from side to side. Zack enjoyed the view with a mixture of admiration and lust.

Tiffany stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She then pulled down her panty and sat on the toilet, emptying her bladder. Afterward, she wiped her genital area, flushed the toilet then washed her hands.

Tiffany then walked back to the bedroom where Zack was waiting.

She climbed into the bed and covered up

Zachary then went into the bathroom and relieved his bladder as well.

After finishing up, he washed his hands, walked back to the bedroom, and kissed Tiffany as he said, “I missed you.”

He saw Tiffany sitting on his bed in distress. She was now on the brink of a panic attack as she assumed the fetal position and began to rock herself. so he asked her, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tiffany collected herself and replied, “You know how I almost wet you and your bed just now?” Zack nodded. Tiffany continued, “I had a traumatic flashback from my childhood.” Tiffany paused, then continued, “I frequently wet the bed as a child and my parents would beat me and taunt me for it.” Zack hugged her gently, planted a kiss on her forehead, then replied,

“I think children wet the bed because they are under a lot of stress and it’s usually brought on by their parents.”

“That makes sense.” Zack held Tiffany in his arms and said, “Let me know whenever you have another one of those horrible flashbacks and I’ll do whatever it takes to comfort you. “Thank you for being so sweet, Zack! I won’t lie, I’m falling very hard for you so, please, don’t ever break my heart.”

Zachary replied, as he caressed Tiffany’s love handles and looked into her eyes, “I’m falling for you as well, and dare I say equally hard! Don’t ever worry about me breaking your heart, because I know a good lady when I see one! And just so you know I intend to do everything in my power to keep by my side you forever!”

Tiffany tightly hugged Zachary as she said, “I hope and pray you truly mean that, Zack!”

“I do mean every single word of it. I am immensely blessed by you coming into my life!”

Tiffany grabbed Zachary and pelted his face with a volley of kisses until her stomach began to growl.

The growling became louder.

Zachary heard and said, “Now, I think it’s time I make us some breakfast. I know that stomach of yours sounds very cute, but I equally know that you require some nourishment! I will make us some biscuits with raspberry preserves.”

“All those sugars and carbs are going to make my butt get even bigger!”

Zachary kissed Tiffany on top of her head and told her with a blush and a smile, “Well, then, that is just more for me to admire and enjoy. I will say that it was nothing but pure bliss and unadulterated excitement to have your lovely fanny pressed against me all night!” He paused and then said, “I just hope we haven’t offended my God with such sleeping arrangements.”

“And I had never felt so content until I slept with your sexy arms around my waist and your sweet lips on the back of my neck. I hope it doesn’t offend God either, because nothing ever felt so right to me!”

“Wow! You have brought a special kind of joy to my heart with those words! I am ever so grateful that our paths crossed and I promise to honor and cherish you forever!”

Zachary then checked the expiration date on the gallon jug of milk and said, “Drink all the milk you want because it expires in two days.”

“My parents always rationed the milk I could drink.”

“Well here, drink all you want!” Zachary said as he held Tiffany by her waist.

Tiffany sipped a glass of milk, then began to rub her buttocks on Zachary.

At first, he began to rub her buttocks in return until his hand accidentally moved the back of her panty and exposed the bare left cheek of her pale buttocks.

Tiffany giggled and said, “Oooh, someone is being very naughty, but I like it!”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to move your panty like that, my hand just slipped.”

Tiffany turned around and said, “It’s quite all right. Did you see anything?”

Zachary blushed brightly and nodded.

“Did you like what you saw?” Tiffany asked.

“I did like it but I don’t want God to punish me and cause us to break up though.”

“I don’t want that either.”

Zachary then said, “As beautiful as you are in those panties, how about you go get dressed, so the urge for us to do something sinful isn’t as strong? I’ll get breakfast ready for us.”

Tiffany gave him a playful pout and then said, “Okay. I’ll get dressed, but only because I want us to be together forever as well!”

“Are you still coming to church with me this evening?”

“Of course.”

“Good. I believe with all my heart that coming to church with me will help you a lot.”

Tiffany then kissed Zachary, then retrieved her clothes, and got dressed.

Zachary began preparing breakfast for himself and Tiffany.

Tiffany came out in her tee shirt and jeans and Zachary was placing the biscuits in the oven.

He then timed them with the timer feature on his Casio G-Shock.

“Don’t you look cute!” Zachary said as he beheld her.

“I feel fat,” Tiffany replied with a long face.

Zachary gently rubbed Tiffany’s belly, then kissed it and said, “It’s all mine! You’re very sexy and I don’t want anyone else!”

“I’m falling even harder and faster for you, Zack Moore!”

“Just know this, sweetheart, my feelings for you are mutual!”

They then shared a passionate kiss, followed by many more until their tongues were wrestling each other.

Zachary and Tiffany continued kissing and petting each other with exceeding passion until the timer on Zachary’s G-Shock went off indicating that the biscuits were ready.

Zachary then served Tiffany and himself.

He then said grace, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for blessing us with this meal and we thank You for putting us together. Please keep us together forever and prevent us from doing anything that may offend you. Bless our relationship, allow us to marry, and have many years together. Allow, equip, and compel us to live for you. Please meet all of our earthly needs and use this food to nourish our bodies. In Jesus’ Name, we make these prayers, Amen, and thank You, Lord!”

“It’s so nice hearing you pray, Zack. I want to marry you, but I know my parents will fight it tooth and nail once they see that you’re disabled.”

“I hope you would still marry me, though.”

“Oh, yes. Of course. I see how sweet and cute you are, so I want no one else!”

“Do you still want to get a restraining order against your dad for the threats he made?”

“Yes. Especially after all those years that he and my mom beat me while growing up.”

“Then after we eat, how about we go to the Justice of the Peace and show him those recordings?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

Zachary and Tiffany enjoyed their breakfast but knew their day would be a busy one…

Later that morning

Zachary changed into some going-out clothes and Tiffany freshened up a bit.

They then walked out of his apartment, locked the door behind them, and down to his car.

Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany to which she planted a kiss on his face, then sat down in the seat.

Afterward, Zachary opened the driver-side door sat down, and started the engine. He put his car in gear and they headed to the Justice of the Peace.

As they were riding, Zachary asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, sweetheart?”

Tiffany replied, “I am sure as I will ever be. Not only am I fed up with his constant abusing me and getting away with it, but I also fear for your safety, even your life.” She paused, then said, “He has multiple guns not to mention he is possessive of my virginity. And while I think you’re wonderful, I know he won’t approve of you, because you get a disability check.”

“Have you ever attempted to report him to the authorities before?”

“I did when I was fifteen. I had just finished a wonderful painting that I was going to try and sell to have some spending money. It was a picture of two young lovers having a picnic. He claimed it was sexually vulgar, I’m not exactly not sure how, so he threw it into the fireplace and burned it. I cursed him lower than a dog, so he began to lash me with a belt. I called the cops on him but when they arrived and found out that my parents were sending me to parochial school, they assumed I was just a spoiled brat. When I explained why I cursed him out, the officer said that because the art supplies were bought with an allowance from my parents that they have the right to destroy the painting if they so choose. My dad then said how the painting I drew was sexually inappropriate. I told the cop it was not. My dad then accused me of calling him a liar. The cop then said I’m lucky my dad doesn’t beat me for that as well because he would have if I was his daughter.” Tiffany paused, then continued, “My dad said that because I attempted to have him arrested, I was forbidden from ever getting a driver’s license as long as I was under his roof. And I was also only allowed to go to school and mass. I tried talking to the priest about all of it during confession, but he simply commanded that I need to honor my father and mother, no ifs and or buts, even if it kills me. My catholic school counselors wouldn’t report it either, because they all claimed I needed discipline and should be less controversial about what I draw and paint. In reality, I think it is because my dad’s company is a major donor to the school.”

Zachary held Tiffany’s hand and said, “I wanted to make sure you were absolutely in agreement with taking legal action against him before we actually did so, but now I know that justice must needs be served. I am immensely sorry that no one came to your aid before, but I pray that now it will be made right. This is a parent-child relationship that has been flagrantly violated and unless your dad acknowledges and repents for all his wrongdoings, then the relationship is not worth being restored.”

Tiffany replied, “I just hope that we will be taken seriously.”

“We should just come clean about everything. And we will play all of those voicemail recordings.”

“Yes. Let’s do this thing.”

Zachary drove a short distance more, then pulled up to the Justice of the Peace. He parked his car, then stepped out and opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She stepped out and they exchanged a brief kiss.

Tiffany knocked on the door and was greeted by an older lady.

“May I help you?” She asked.

“I need to put a restraining order on my dad,” Tiffany replied.

“Oh, Merciful Heavens, why on earth do you want to do that?”

“Because he is abusive and controlling. Furthermore, he made some serious threats to my boyfriend’s life.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“My boyfriend recorded it on his phone,” Tiffany looked at Zachary and said, “Bae, show her the evidence.”

Zachary pulled out his phone and played the recordings that he had copied from her phone.

The old lady placed her hand on her heart and said, “My gosh, what a brute of a man!” She paused and then asked, “How old are you, though, because if you’re not yet eighteen your boyfriend can get in a world of trouble.”

“I’m nineteen actually and my dad still treats me like a child. I want to be an artist and he destroys my painting because he wants me to get a ‘real job.’ He doesn’t allow me out of his house except to go to mass. So I ran away and met this wonderful young man.”

“Let me see some ID.”

Tiffany pulled out her ID card.

The old lady examined it, then said, “All right, I just need you to fill out the paperwork, then we will get it done for you.”

As Tiffany filled out the papers, the old lady looked at Zachary and asked, “Now you’re not taking advantage of this girl are you?”

Zachary replied with commanding sobriety, “No ma’am, perish the very thought! I am a God-fearing man and I have tremendous reverence for her as well. She may be staying with me, but I am solemnly committed to forgoing intimacy with her until we are wed.”

The old lady looked at Tiffany and said, “What a gentleman you have here! I can tell he’s nothing like your father. You both better always be good to each other.”

“Yes, ma’am, I shall do exactly so with every fiber of my being!”

“So well spoken! That is unheard of for someone your age.” The old lady said to Zachary.

Tiffany added in, “I love how he talks. Like I said yesterday, he sounds like the Puritan Ministers I learned about in American English class but my dad sounds like he is possessed by a legion of demons.”

Zachary looked at the old lady and said, “Thank you, ma’am. I sustained a debilitating back injury six years ago. I have always been an aspiring writer and receiving a disability pension now permits me the time and resources to pursue my passion. I deeply regret not being able to view any of her paintings, because I just know they would have inspired me to create some wonderful literature.”

“When he reads those stories to me, he makes me want to paint the scenes and make them come alive.”

“You’re such a lovely couple and I wish we could have met under better circumstances. But I wish you both the best.”

Zachary said to the old lady, “I am a Christian, and being such has changed my eternal destiny totally for the better and vastly improved this current life of mine as well. I would like you to have what I have, so I am inviting you to come to church. I am taking Tiffany to the alternative to Halloween celebration we are having tonight. But we have services every Wednesday and Sunday and I would be honored if you joined us.” He then wrote down the church name and address.

“Thank you, young man. I will seriously consider it.” She paused, then looked at Tiffany as she said, “The papers will be served either later today or first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much!” Tiffany said as she cried tears of relief.

They then walked to Zachary’s car to which he opened the passenger door for Tiffany. They shared a kiss then she sat down. Zachary entered on the driver’s side, started his engine then asked, “What would you like to do now?”

“Go back to your place and have some of that spaghetti and meatballs we made last night. I need to eat something.”

“Say no more, sweetheart.”

“I am just going to get even fatter if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh, that doesn’t worry me in the least. All it means to me is there will be more of you for me to cherish and adore.”

“I am falling even more for you, Zack!”

“The feeling is mutual, Tiffany. I thank God that you came into my life!”

With that, they rode back to Zachary’s apartment and finished off their homemade spaghetti and meatballs, then snuggled on the futon until it was time for the church festival.

That afternoon:

Zachary and Tiffany sat on the futon and alternated between soap operas and tabloid talk shows. Because it was a fair and mild Autumn day, most of the television channels were coming in on Zachary’s television legibly.

They kept on watching until Tiffany asked, “What time do we need to be at the church tonight?”

“Between half past five and six,” Zachary replied.

“What time is it now?” Tiffany asked.

Zachary glanced at his G-Shock and replied, “One-forty-eight.”

“At three o’clock or so, I would like to take a bath to freshen up, if that’s all right.”

“Of course, sweetheart. And as if you have to even ask. I know you’re a lady and you desire to be fresh. I sincerely apologize for not being able to immediately get you a more feminine soap, shampoo, deodorant, and other items you need. But I promise that I shall get you those.”

“It’s okay, Zack. I know you have a very good heart and you will take care of me, in the best way you can. Honestly, I’d rather be with you and not always have the grooming products of my choice instead of being with my parents under their total control and oppression.”

“Thank you for your patience and understanding, Tiffany. I promise that I will do my utmost and see to it that you will not regret your choices. I plan to pay you back in every way possible.”

Tiffany looked at Zachary with passion, landed several kisses on his face as she rubbed his hairy chest, and said, “I wish you could pay me back right now!” She paused then said, “But it would be a sin.”

Zachary held Tiffany as she lay on his chest and he played with her long curly hair and spoke, lovingly, “That is just one of the many ways I intend to pay you back, but only after we are wed. The other ways I intend to carry out more sooner and perpetually.”

“I know you will, Zack.” She paused, then sweetly smiled, looked at Zachary with puppy dog eyes, and asked, “When we are married, what will you be willing to do, I mean besides plain intercourse?”

“What do you have in mind?”

Tiffany blushed and then asked, “Are you sure you want to know?”

Zachary kissed her and replied, “I certainly do. After all, it will prepare us better for our wedding night.”

Tiffany slightly giggled and spoke, “Well, I had a friend and she said how she sits on her boyfriend’s face and he pleasures her with his tongue. I don’t know if I would actually sit on your face, but the thought of you pleasuring me with your tongue brings out all sorts of wild passions in me.” She then blushed, and said, “Oh my gosh I can’t believe I just told you that, and you probably now think I’m a total slut.” Tiffany then buried her face into the cushion on the futon.”

Zachary rubbed Tiffany’s lower back and gently patted her buttocks as he said, “You are by no means, whatsoever a slut. You are a lady and I am filled with pure joy that you are my lady. Furthermore, there is absolutely nothing wrong with those desires you have. And just so you know, I would be greatly honored by performing cunnilingus on you as I see it as an act of great reverence and powerful love.”

Tiffany then rested herself on Zachary’s arms as he repeatedly kissed her.

She then spoke, “I always thought that men hate going down on women and they only did so so there could be peace and harmony in the relationship. We were also taught in catholic school that oral sex was a mortal sin, even in marriage, because it doesn’t result in conception.”

Zachary smiled and said, “Maybe some guys are like that, but I’m not. I tell you the truth, not only do I see it as an act of reverence and love towards you, I would cherish every moment of it and after I am finished pleasuring you with my tongue, I would be so immensely aroused that I would make unforgettable love to you. And just so you know, any safe and consensual sex act between a husband and wife is wholly permissible by God Almighty. The catholic church teaches otherwise because wicked people in their high places want to keep the adherents to catholicism in all sorts of bondage.”

“Well, I feel as if some of my burdens have been lifted.” She paused, then asked in distress, “But, what if I squirt and spray all over you?”

“Even better so. My passions would be even more strongly provoked resulting in us experiencing days and nights of endless pleasure! And not only that, I have read quite extensively that a woman’s orgasmic fluids help prevent cancer in men when ingesting them. So you will potentially be keeping me alive if you squirt and spray on me!”

“Now I know I have found the right one. As far as I can see, we are compatible in every way. I only wish we were married at this very moment, but I know it will be worth the wait.” Tiffany paused then said, “However, I think I will go bathe right now instead of at three o’clock, only to prevent me from crossing the line with you and us being punished by God.”

“Enjoy your bath, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting here in the living room. In these past moments, you have inspired me to write so much that I cannot wait to transcribe into text and subsequently present it to you!”

“I know it will be beautiful,” Tiffany said as she gave Zachary a strong kiss, then pranced into the bathroom. First, she used the toilet, then sat in the bathtub and drew the water as she took a relaxing warm bath.

Zachary wrote in his composition book until it was time for him to get ready for the event at church.

That evening:

Tiffany stepped out of the bathroom and was ready to go.

Zachary had just finished taking notes for his latest story when she stepped out.

“Good Lord, Tiffany, you’re beautiful!”

“Thanks, Zack. Hearing you say that makes me feel better since I have been wearing the same tee shirt and jeans for the past few days.”

“No matter what you wear, you would still be beautiful!”

Tiffany sweetly kissed Zachary and then asked, “Do you need to get ready at all?”

“Honestly, all I need to do is scrub myself in the washbasin and shave.”

“Okay. Go ahead and do that. I feel a strong need to go to church with you this evening and not just because there is a party tonight.”

Zachary nodded, then went to wash up and shave.

Tiffany sat on the futon and waited.

Zachary came out, fresh and clean-shaven.

“Your baby face is so cute, Zack!” Tiffany said with affection.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Most see it and think I am younger than what I actually am and they don’t take me seriously.”

“Well there is one thing I want to do with your face, but will have to wait until we are married.”

“What is that?”

Tiffany giggled and said, “Sit on it!”

“Oh, Tiffany, that would bring me immense happiness, but once you get up off of my face, I am going to lay you like there is no tomorrow!”

“That’s the whole idea, bae!” Tiffany said giggling even more.

“I wish we were married now, but we must needs get to church before we give in to our urges and provoke the chastening rod of God.”

“You’re right. Let’s go”

“We will arrive about half an hour early, but there is a pressing matter that you and I need to talk with my pastor about. You need to settle a certain account with God Almighty. Everyone does, whether they admit it or not. I settled my account with God a little over six years and as a result, I am saved eternally. I desire that for you as well!”

“I want that too. I realize that catholicism is phony and I also know that I am a sinner and there is a hell that is for sinners. I don’t want to go there.”

“Then let us go speak with my pastor at once.”

“Lead the way.”

With that, Zachary and Tiffany walked out of the front door, with Zachary locking it behind them. They then walked down the steps to the Cobalt, where Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany and she stepped in, kissing him. Zachary then entered on the driver’s side. They fastened their seatbelts, and Zachary started his engine.

Subsequently, he prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, I ask that you grant us safe travels wherever we may go this evening. I also ask that you keep Tiffany and me together for life and that we honor, revere, and cherish each other. Compel us to honor You with our relationship, not only because we want You to bless it, but also because it is what You desire. Please also allow my pastor to present Your Precious Gospel to Tiffany and equally allow her to submit and surrender to it. Lord may we both love You above all and as we grow closer to You, bring us closer together likewise. In Jesus’ Name, I present these petitions, amen!”

Zachary then put his Cobalt in gear and backed out of his parking spot.

“I always love hearing you pray, Zack,” Tiffany said.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I hope I accurately set an example of what a Christ-follower is like and that you become one as well.”

“I want Jesus. Even though I know catholicism is phony, I know that Jesus is real and I want Him in my life.”

“Well, we are but a mere few hundred feet away from my church. My pastor is better at presenting The Gospel than I am.”

There was a peaceful silence as Zachary pulled into the church parking lot.

He saw Pastor Timmy’s vintage Mustang parked there, so he parked next to it, then stepped out of his Cobalt, then walked around, and opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She kissed him and stepped out then they locked the doors and entered the church.

A motion sensor made a ringing sound alerting Pastor Timmy that there were people there to see him.

He walked out of his office, down the corridor, and saw Zachary and Tiffany.

He greeted them, “Good to see you, Zachary. And I see you have a lovely young lady with you.” He looked at Tiffany and asked, “What is your name?”

“Tiffany Taylor.”

“And who are you to Zachary?”

“I’m his girlfriend.”

Pastor Timmy smiled and then said, “Well that is wonderful. I have been praying for quite a while that The Good Lord would send a special someone to Zachary.”

He then looked at Zachary and said, “I know the party is not for about a half-hour, so what brings y’all here?”

Tiffany looked at Zachary and said, “I’m nervous, so you tell him.”

“Tiffany is interested in getting it right with The Lord and I know that you are better at presenting the Gospel than I ever will be,” Zachary replied.

Pastor Timmy looked at Tiffany and said, “There is nothing to be nervous about, but I do want to hear directly from you that you are indeed interested in getting it right with God.”

Tiffany then opened up and said, “I know catholicism is phony. I witnessed so much corruption in attending catholic school all my life, plus my parents are both catholic and they act horribly. I met Zack at the mall yesterday and then there was a tornado. He shielded my body with his. I started to recite the rosary, but the storm only got worse. Zack then prayed out loud and he prayed in Jesus’ Name that the storm stifle and moments later it did. Therefore, while I now know that catholicism is phony, I equally know that Jesus is real and I want Him in my life. I see what Zack has and I want it too.”

Pastor Timmy looked at Zachary and said, “There was a rumor going around about a young man’s prayers stopping that tornado at the mall. I didn’t realize it was you. Good job, I am proud of you in The Lord!”

Zachary smiled and blushed slightly.

Pastor Timmy then looked at Tiffany and said, “In order to come to Jesus and have Him in your life, you must first realize and acknowledge to God that you are a sinner and have offended Him and, therefore, deserve to go to hell for all eternity.”

Tiffany nodded.

Pastor Timmy continued, “Gospel means ‘Good News’ because there is some very Good News indeed to your condition: You don’t have to go to hell at all. God Almighty sacrificed His Son Jesus Christ on behalf of all humanity. He knew that all of our sins must be dealt with and severely dealt with. We are made in His image and He loves us, more so than can ever be fathomed. So His Son, Jesus Christ is God come in the flesh and took our punishment on Himself that we may be eternally reconciled to God the Father. What would take us eternity in hell to pay for, took Him three hours on that awful cross and three days in the grave. But then God raised Him from the dead and He is forever victorious over sin death and hell. Despite what the catholic church teaches, there is no way for anyone to earn the right to go to Heaven. We must simply put all of our trust in Jesus Christ and follow Him.” Pastor Timmy then asked Tiffany, “Do you agree with anything I am telling you?”

“Yes sir. I agree with all of it!” Tiffany replied with great sobriety, then asked, “How do I receive Jesus into my life?”

“Well, you already agree with and believe what has been presented to you. Now I want you to, in your own words, earnestly pray to God and tell him that you know you have sinned against Him and that you deserve hell, but you now know that Jesus took your punishment and the debt you owe is paid in full. Then ask Jesus to save you from all your sins and to rule your life from this point forward. Finally, ask God to adopt you as his child. He surely will if you are indeed sincere. Then praise Him and conclude your prayer in Jesus’ Name. If you are at a loss for words, I can guide you further.”

Tiffany began to pray, with tears rolling down her face, “Lord I believe all that was said to me just now. I am completely aware that I have offended You and I am sorry. Thank you Jesus for taking my punishment and paying for my sins. I do want You to rule my life from this point forward and help me to live for You from now on. Please do come into my life and save me from my sins. God, I do ask You to adopt me as Your child and I make this prayer in Jesus’ Name, amen!”

Pastor Timmy then said, “Congratulations little sister! I believe you have passed from death to life.”

Tiffany then said, “I started staying with Zack. We didn’t have sex but we are living together and I now feel this is wrong. But my parents are abusive and I have nowhere else to go.”

Pastor Timmy said, “I’ll see if I can get you to stay with one of the widows, at least until you and Zachary are wed, assuming y’all would want to be wed.”

“I definitely would want to marry him. No one has ever been so sweet to me.” Tiffany said.

Pastor Timmy looked at Zachary and asked, “What do you think, Zachary?”

“I think she is absolutely beautiful and so sweet. And I have been praying to The Lord that He sends me someone to love, as you know. I also have standards but she meets them perfectly. So, yes I do eventually want to marry her. It’s just we only met yesterday, so I want to make sure she is right for me and I am right for her. In reality, though, I believe she is the one. I just don’t want others to think we’ve moved too fast.”

Tiffany looked at Zachary with pure happiness and admiration.

Pastor Timmy then asked Tiffany, “I believe God has given you certain gifts and He wants you to use them for His Glory. What do you do for enjoyment?”

Tiffany replied, “I always wanted to be an artist. I love to draw and paint but my parents always tried to discourage my creativity. They would frequently burn my paintings because they want me to get a ‘real job.’”

Pastor Timmy smiled and said, “I know the Lord sent you to Zachary and this church for a reason. I’ve been wanting to hire someone to paint several murals in the church with scenes from the Bible. Would you be up to it?”

Tiffany replied, “I would be honored. Actually, my dream job is painting murals for public places, so it would be perfect for me.”

“Awesome. Then get with me this Sunday and we will arrange it so you can get started possibly as early as next week.” Pastor Timmy then looked at Zachary and said, “And I haven’t forgotten about making you the church website administrator, I know you are gifted with writing and computers.”

Tiffany then asked, “Are you sure there is someone who would take me in? If it wasn’t a sin, I would just stay with Zack, but I don’t want God to punish us. I don’t want to stay with my parents either because they are abusive, physically and verbally.”

Pastor Timmy replied, “We have a woman whose husband was killed in Vietnam and she never had kids with him nor did she remarry. She is now getting old and could use someone to help her around the house. She will be cooking for the party tonight so I can talk to her then.” He looked at his Swatch wristwatch and then said, “Now it’s almost time for the party to begin, so y’all enjoy yourselves.”

That night:

Several church members had arrived and were readying the fellowship hall for the Alternative to Halloween celebration. It was known as the “Hallelujah Celebration.” Several men were manning the barbecue pits just outside the fellowship hall where they were grilling hamburgers and hot dogs. Some ladies were in the kitchen of the fellowship hall baking cakes and cookies. One lady was preparing some homemade chili.

Several children were running around as their parents kept their eyes on them.

There was youth sitting around a table and playing with their tablets.

Young adults were sitting at another table with their laptops. There was a young married couple and another equally young engaged couple. Zachary held Tiffany’s hand and walked her over to the table of the young adults, introducing her to them. First, he looked at the young married couple and said “Anthony and Kandice,” paused, then looked at the engaged couple and continued, “Damian and Juniper, this is my girlfriend, Tiffany Taylor.”

“Well hello, Tiffany,” Kandice said, then continued, “Zachary is such a sweet guy and he has been praying for quite a while that God will send him someone to love. I’m sure he will make you very happy.”

“He definitely does make me happy.”

Anthony then asked, semi-jokingly “Are you sure you want to be with him?”

“Yes. I am wholeheartedly sure. I’ve never met anyone like him!” Tiffany replied with confidence.

“Y’all do make a very cute couple,” Juniper added in.

“Thank you!” Tiffany said as she blushed.

“Yes, now I know there is someone for everyone after all,” Damian concluded.

Anthony looked at Damian and said, “So, with that being said, when are you and Juniper going to tie the knot?”

“Really, Anthony?” Kandice said.

Juniper replied, “When we can find a minister who will perform the ceremony without making us sign a marriage license.”

“Y’all wrong for that!” Anthony remarked.

“Well, it’s none of your business anyway, Anthony! You think that because you screwed up your life, everyone else’s life should also be screwed up.”

Anthony replied, “I’m glad my life was messed up because it made me realize my need for Jesus. You need Him as well, whether you like it or not.”

Tiffany became very uneasy and began to show a look of nervousness.

Zachary hugged her and whispered in her ear, “I apologize for what you just saw sweetheart. Sadly even in a wholesome church, there is the potential for conflict to still arise if we are not careful.”

Kandice added in, “Excuse my husband. He means well but he puts everything out the wrong way. I hope you would still want to come to our church.”

“Yes. I would.” Tiffany said, then continued, “I recently came to Christ and I need to be in church. So, since Zachary goes here and Pastor Timmy is so nice, I still want to come here.”

“What do you do for fun?” Kandice asked.

“I’m an aspiring artist,” Tiffany replied.

“Did you tell that to Pastor Timmy? He’s been looking for someone to paint some Biblical scenes around the church.”

“Yes. He said he would hire me to do it.”

“That’s awesome. I work in the nursery a lot and I cannot wait to see what you will paint for it.”

“You’re really nice, Kandice. I hope we can be friends.”

“Of course, we can. Would you like my phone number?”

“My phone is turned off at the moment and will be off indefinitely. I ran away from my abusive parents and my phone service is in their name.”

Zachary then said to Tiffany, “I intend to purchase a new phone for you this Friday. I had reconciled my budget and I shall have more than enough to get you a decent model and make your monthly payment as well.”

“How old are you, because if you’re not yet eighteen, you can get Zack in a lot of trouble.”

“I’m nineteen and will be twenty this April.”

“Where are you staying?” Kandice asked.

“With Zack, but I was told an older widow at the church might take me in, at least until Zack and I could marry.”

“Yes, that’s Mrs. Judy. She’s such a sweet lady.”

“Why can’t you stay with your parents?” Anthony asked.

“Because they beat me and they burn my paintings. One time my dad burned my paintings because they depicted a young couple on a picnic and so much in love.”

“If your paintings are anything like the stuff that Zack writes, I can’t say I blame your dad.”

Zachary grew irritated and asked, “What exactly is wrong with my writing?”

“You know exactly what is wrong with it and I refuse to discuss it at church.”

“Anthony, don’t start that drama again.” Kandice sharply barked.

Tiffany looked at Zachary and said, “Bae, your stories are beautiful. I know the message that you’re conveying through them and it is one of the reasons why I am falling for you so much! And just so you know, it’s not the only reason!”

“Thank you, sweetheart! What you said means the world, the moon, and the stars to me! Furthermore, you do remind me of the good female characters in the stories I write. That’s likely the reason why I was so captivated by you the moment we met. And just know that I am falling equally for you! “

“Y’all are so sweet!” Juniper added in.

Pastor Timmy then stood in front of everyone with a microphone in hand and began to speak, “I want to welcome everyone to our Hallelujah Celebration, especially Miss Tiffany Taylor. I am well pleased to announce that she put her trust in Jesus Christ earlier today and she has now passed from death to life! We have some gifts for her. Everyone now please bow your heads and join me in prayer,” Everyone bowed and Pastor Timmy continued, “Dear Heavenly Father we ask that you bless tonight’s gathering and all the people here. We thank you for the time to fellowship with the Saints of God instead of doing what the world is doing at this very moment. We thank You for the food that we are about to eat and ask that You bless all who prepared it and bless it for the nourishment of our bodies for Your service and glory! In Jesus’ Name, we make these prayers to You. Amen and Thank You, Lord!” Pastor Timmy finally said, “Ladies and children eat first, then the men.”

Tiffany, then asked Kandice, “Can you come with me while I make my plate?”

Kandice replied, “Sure thing, Tiffany.”

They both stood in the food line.

Tiffany continued, “Thanks. I feel awkward serving myself because of the weight I struggle with.”

“I struggle with my weight too, but I know they won’t judge me in church.”

“My dad always made comments about my weight and it made me feel awful.”

“Well, in case you didn’t know, Zachary always liked bigger ladies. I know I am married, but I thought he was so sweet when he said how much he wanted to be with a bigger lady.”

“Why he never asked you then?”

“Because he respects my marriage, even though I’ll admit it’s not the best. But don’t worry it’s more than that. I’ve never seen him look at me or anyone else the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you and he is really sweet, so I hope you only have good intentions with him.”

“Wow! I’m glad you told me that because I am just as crazy about him. He’s cute as can be. He’s sweet. And he’s very generous with his affection towards me. He just makes me so happy and I know I just met him, but I can’t wait to marry him!”

“That’s wonderful. I will pray for you and Zack because I believe y’all are meant to be!”

“Thank you, Kandice! You’re a true friend.”

“Don’t let my husband intimidate you. He gets over zealous at times, but he was once so worldly that he could never make Heaven, now he’s so heavenly-minded that he’s no earthly good.”

Kandice and Tiffany served their plates and then went to sit down. Juniper wasn’t far behind them.

Afterward, Zachary, Anthony, and, Damian all served themselves.

They all sat at the table and ate.

The children and youth later performed while everyone else watched.

After the Hallelujah Celebration concluded, Pastor Timmy met with Zachary and Tiffany.

He spoke, “I’m sorry that I was so busy this evening will call Mrs. Judy tomorrow and see if she will be willing to take you in Tiffany but I am sure she will.” He then looked at Zachary and said, “It is admirable that you want to honor God with your relationship and as long as you continue, He will honor you as well.”

Zachary then said, “Can you please pray over us that we don’t give in to any temptations tonight? I know it is not God’s ideal, but it is better than her being with her parents.”

“Most certainly, let’s hold hands,” Pastor Timmy said, then continued, “Heavenly Father, we know it isn’t your ideal that Zachary and Tiffany are spending the night under the same roof tonight, but we ask that you give them the grace not to give in to their fleshly desires tonight. Please enable and compel them to present their members as living sacrifices and to forgo any sinful behavior between them tonight. Please bless their relationship and allow it to continue. We pray this in Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

Pastor Timmy then hugged both of them and presented Tiffany with a gift basket.

“We will be here Sunday, Pastor Timmy!” Zachary said.

“I’m looking forward to seeing both of you,” Pastor Timmy replied.

Zachary and Tiffany then walked to the Cobalt. Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany, to which she kissed him and stepped in.

Zachary then entered on the driver’s side.

He started his engine, then prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, please grant us safe as travels, and just as Pastor Timmy also petitioned you please give us the grace to not give in to our fleshly desires, to present our members as living sacrifices and to forgo any sinful behavior tonight. Please keep us together and compel us to treat each other with kindness loyalty fidelity and reverence. In Jesus’ Name, we pray, Amen!”

Zachary then drove home.

Tiffany said, “My body wants to snuggle with you all night long, but I don’t think it would be right.”

Zachary replied, “Then you take my bed and I’ll take my futon.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Zack.”

“You’re making me blush.”

“I am tired, so I’ll go right to sleep. We did plenty today and I am a big girl.”

“That is probably an escape route to prevent us from sinning.”

“Wow. You’re probably right.”

Zachary and Tiffany pulled into the parking spot then Zachary stepped out and opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She kissed him then they walked up to his unit, locking the door behind them.

Zachary extended out the bedding portion of his futon then Tiffany walked to the bedroom.

“Can you at least tuck me in, bae?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Zachary and Tiffany stood by the bed as they exchanged several hugs and kisses. Then Tiffany climbed into the bed and Zachary planted, even more, kisses on her face.

She smiled up at Zachary and said, “I thank God for you, Zack.”

“Likewise, I thank God for you as well Tiffany. I pray that he keeps us together forever.”

“That is my prayer as well!”

They kissed once more and then Zachary retired to the futon in his living room…

PART THREE

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Part One-The New Generation Gap

Tuesday, October 30, 2012:

On an overcast evening, Zachary Moore had driven to the mall to compare prices on some items he planned to buy when his SSDI check would be deposited in a few days. The reason why he was drawing SSDI was that he had injured his back whilst working as a roustabout in the shipyards six years ago. After the injury, he applied for a low-income apartment and was granted one four months later. He was a lonely twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six-year-old but kept busy writing and working on computers. He had been employed, nearly full-time from the ages of fifteen to nineteen, first as a shopping cart attendant and then as a shipyard roustabout when he turned eighteen.

Meanwhile, Tiffany Taylor had snuck out of her parent’s house and went to hang out with friends at the mall. She had been out of high school for over a year but was unable to land any sort of job. She had been growing up in such a toxic environment for the past nineteen years and desperately wanted out. Her parents were constantly at each others’ throats and took out the remainder of their frustrations on her, verbally, emotionally, and even physically. Still, she was nervous about all the human trafficking stories she had seen and heard and was raised in an extremely religious home, so she was still a virgin and wanted to stay that way until she met her future husband. Her parents refused to let her date though because she was under their roof with no real job. She had enough, hence sneaking out with her friends, in the first place. She also needed a ride to the mall to buy some more art supplies. When they arrived, one of her friends proceeded to light up a joint, another one took a hit of Acid. Tiffany freaked out, grabbed her phone and her messenger bag, which was filled with her art supplies and a few other personal items, and then left the car. Storm clouds began to move in and the sky grew dark. Tiffany walked into the mall entrance and then directly to a locally owned art supply store that she frequented. It was next to Sears, where Zachary was looking at some tools and clothing. He also was in the market for a new computer that he could write on since his current computer was getting to be out of date.

They both walked out of their stores and Tiffany was walking forward, but facing sideways. Her eyes were fixated on a mural that was on the wall. She hoped one day to get a job painting murals in public spaces. Meanwhile, Zachary was writing down the prices of the items he wanted in a composition book and not paying attention to where he was walking either. They bumped into each other and Zachary fell to the floor.

“Gosh durnit, my back! It hurts!” He gnashed his teeth in great pain, took several deep breaths, then looked up to see whom he bumped into.

It was as if most of the pain instantly ceased when he laid eyes on Tiffany.

She looked down at him and said, “I’m so sorry, let me help you up.”

Their hands met and there was even more of a spark of attraction.

“Do you need medical attention?” Tiffany asked.

“I think I’ll be fine. I just need to rest on a bench for a while.”

Tiffany then pulled Zachary to his feet and asked, “Could I walk you to a bench? I want to make sure you’re all right.”

“Sure. I don’t mind.” They walked.

“How’s your back now?”

“Still hurts, but just slightly.”

There was an awkward silence, then Tiffany asked, “You’re not going to sue me, are you?”

“No. I wouldn’t have a case anyway, my back was damaged years before this. So it’s very sensitive.”

“You’re just being nice.”

“No. It’s true. I injured my back on the job six years ago and have been drawing disability ever since.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 25 and will be 26 on February 1st.”

“Wow, you don’t look that old. I mean, you’re really cute.”

“Thank you for the kind compliment, but you need not sweet-talk me, I promise I won’t sue for even a penny.”

“No. I really mean it, you’re cute.”

They both blushed but then Zachary asked, “How old are you? You may think I am cute, but I must not keep company with a minor.”

“I’m nineteen but I will be twenty on April 26th.”

“I see.”

“So what is your name?”

“Zachary Moore, but those who like me call me Zack.”

“Well, I’d like to call you Zack, then.” They both blushed, then Tiffany continued, “I’m Tiffany Taylor, by the way.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks. How do you feel about me calling you Zack?”

“Quite happy.”

“Because I like you?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a chance you like me as well?”

“Well, I tell you the truth, I was in a great deal of pain when I fell, but I beheld your pretty face, and at that very moment, 90% of the pain ceased. I must have had a rush of endorphins.”

“Aww. You’re really sweet to tell me that.”

“It’s true, you know.”

They both blushed again.

Tiffany then asked, “So what’s in your composition book?”

“Oh, this? I wrote some prices down for items that I plan to purchase shortly. I’m researching to get the best possible deal.” Zachary paused then said, “Also I have some ideas for stories I am working on.”

“Wow, you’re a writer?”

Zachary blushed, then said, “Yes. I always wanted to pursue a career as a writer, but couldn’t stomach the additional academic requirements. I was employed from the ages of fifteen to nineteen but would write on my days off. I read volumes of online tutorials to improve my grammar.”

“That’s amazing. Could you share your story ideas with me?”

“Sure.”

Zachary began to read to Tiffany.

She stared at him, smiling from ear to ear.

Suddenly, she felt slight distress as she asked “Do you have any girlfriend or wife?”

“No. I am wholly single.”

“That’s hard to believe, I mean you’re cute, you’re sweet and you write these beautiful stories.”

“But I am afflicted with a wretched disability, so no women desire me.”

“It’s their loss.”

“Thank you, that means a great deal to me!”

“What is your living situation?”

“I live alone in a low-income apartment.”

“At least you have your own place, I stay with my parents and they are always in a bad mood and constantly bicker. They are uptight about everything I like and take out all their anger on me.”

“Seems to me that they are suffering from a lack of intimacy.” Zachary blushed and then said, “Oh, sorry that came out wrong.”

No, I think you’re right. I’ve never once seen them show any affection towards each other.”

“I would never desire a relationship such as that. I mean if I was blessed with a special someone in my life, I would forever be showering her with my affections.”

“You’re really sweet. I know that you say no one wants you and I truly think that it’s their loss. Do you think it could be my gain?”

“Yes. I’d desire that wholeheartedly!”

“Then why don’t you ask me out?”

“Very well, Tiffany Taylor, will you be my girlfriend? I don’t have very much to offer, but I solemnly promise to make you my queen and shower you with affection, if you say yes. And not only that, I promise you my time, my loyalty, and my fidelity.”

Tiffany’s eyes twinkled as she beamed, then nodded several times and strongly embraced him as she spoke, “Oh most definitely, yes, Zack Moore!”

Zachary put his arms around Tiffany as well and held her close to him.

She rested her head on his chest for just a moment, to which he kissed the top of her head.

“That’s sweet, but I want a real kiss.”

“Very well,” Zachary replied.

Both were filled with giddiness as their eyes closed, their faces met and their lips pressed for a moment then sucked with passion.

Fireworks went off in both of their minds as they exchanged several more kisses until a security guard shouted, “Halt! Knock off with the kissing right this instant or I am kicking both of you out of my mall!”

“Could I have your phone number, for us to keep in contact?” Zachary asked.

“Of course, you silly goose! I was hoping you’d ask.”

Tiffany then pulled a blank piece of paper out of her messenger bag, tore it in half, then wrote her cell phone number on one piece. She then handed it along with her pencil and the blank piece to Zachary, to which he wrote his number on the other and handed it back to her. Subsequently, they programmed the numbers in each others’ phones.

Tiffany noticed the clock on her phone and became nervous as she spoke, “Oh no, it’s 5:15 my parents will be home soon.”

Seconds later there was a tremendously loud crash of thunder.

She assumed the fetal position and began to rock back and forth, then said, “I have no ride home and I don’t want to walk home because I am deathly afraid of lightning. Some friends drove me to the mall, but then I left them when I saw they had drugs. They probably wouldn’t give me a ride now.”

Zachary held her gently and said, “I can drive you home, but I respect you far too much to drive you home in this sort of weather, thereby placing you in danger of an accident.”

It now began to rain in torrents as the lightning fiercely flashed and the thunder angrily rumbled.

“You’re right. It’s just my parents will be furious when they get home and I’m not there. Of course, they’ll be furious with me regardless.”

“Would they ever strike you?”

“Yes.”

“Good Lord! Even though you’re an adult.”

“They said that if I don’t like it, that’s tough because I’m under their roof. They’ve even burned my paintings that I could have sold simply because they want me to work hard for a living.”

“I think they’re miserable and they believe you ought to be miserable as well.”

“They would also throw in how they paid for my education in catholic schools for all those years and I’m not doing anything with it.” She paused then said, “It was the arts program at my school that made me want to be an artist. Of course, then, they would accuse me of being smart-aleck.”

“I despised going to school, to the point where I dropped out and became employed. I knew early on that high school taught very few useful things. To me, high school is a deliberately broken system used by this wretched society of ours to crush the wonderous spirits of youth and turn them into compliant, soul-less drones. All a high school degree proves is that the holder of it can do many tasks that he or she desires not to do. Most employers demand people exactly like that, sadly. I wish I would have paid more attention in English because it’s just now that I am catching up on my grammar skills.”

“Wow! I’ve noticed that too. It’s just I had no choice but to go to school.”

“Let me guess, your parents would beat you if you didn’t, right?”

“Exactly.”

“My parents agreed that I would work as much as legally possible if I dropped out. I’m glad they made me work because now I have a pretty decent income from SSDI.”

“When did you drop out?”

“I was seventeen and still a freshman.”

“Wow! But you write and speak so eloquently.”

“Thank you!”

“And you do come out with brilliant ideas. To tell the truth, I would love to have you read to me while I paint.”

“And I would love to examine your paintings and be inspired to write even more.”

“Where have you been all my life, Zack?”

“Oh nowhere really, but I do think there was a reason why we bumped into each other!”

“So do I!” Tiffany paused, then continued, “How much money do you get a month?”

“$1024.”

“Wow, that’s the same amount my mom clears in a month. And how much is your rent?”

“It’s like two hundred something.”

“The utilities are fairly cheap, I don’t subscribe to cable, my cell phone is only $50 a month which provides me unlimited talking and texting and I subscribe to home Internet at a significant discount. I also receive a few dollars worth of nutritional benefits.”

“Wow. You have it made then!”

“Yes. And I’m willing to support you, and even spoil you if you so desire.”

“My parents wouldn’t like you since you’re a high school dropout, living in the projects on disability, and they would think your writing is a waste of time, but I like you, a lot.”

“You’re a legal adult you know.”

“I know, that’s why I am here talking with you instead of cooped up in my parents’ house doing endless chores.”

“I feel very honored that you are here with me and I just hope and pray it continues.”

“You’re so sweet and cute I know I already said it, but I can’t help it. You’re also very smart. My parents would find ways to keep us apart though unless you were like a strong catholic.”

“I’m not catholic but a Christian. I converted at the age of nineteen.”

“What were you before?”

“My family was catholic, but I saw right through it at an early age.”

“How did you convert?”

“I was employed in the shipyards and there was this attractive woman who was interested in me. It was a Friday, September 29, 2006, and she was planning to have me meet her after work. I won’t lie, she wanted to fornicate with me. I was quite excited in anticipation of that night. Needless to say, I was very distracted and feeling so overconfident that I attempted to lift a heavy piece of pipe all by myself and crudely announced that I would be laying pipe that night to my buddies. As further I attempted to lift that miserable pipe, my back gave out and was instantly ruined. I was in such grievous pain that I was rushed to the hospital and was not able to visit that woman. When she learned how I was now disabled, she didn’t desire me anymore. I later found out that she has genital herpes, genital warts, and God only knows what else. I required surgery on my back to repair the damage. While I was laid up at the hospital, the chaplain visited me, preached The Gospel to me, and subsequently prayed with me. I came to Christ right at that very moment and never looked. The surgery was successful since the doctors prevented the damage from spreading, but informed me of how I could never do any physical labor again.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

Zachary hung his head, almost in shame, then blushed then nodded.

“Don’t worry about it, I am as well!” Tiffany said as she kissed him, then continued, “By the way, our relationship will be very special!”

“My God, Tiffany you’re right! If I was ever content at being a twenty-five-year-old virgin, it is in this very moment.” Zachary paused, then continued, “I had been praying for years that God send me someone to love, and I must admit, He knew what he was doing when He sent you!”

“I know we just met, but I never felt this way about anyone the way I feel about you!” Tiffany confessed as she kissed him.

“The feeling is mutual. I mean I’ve been attracted to other females before, but, you remind me of a good character that which I would write about.”

“Aww. Maybe that’s why I like the stories you’ve told me so far, because I somehow identify with your characters, at least the good ones.”

“Thank you so much! I have fulfilled my literary purpose if I am provoking those very emotions from you!”

“If it wasn’t a sin, I would want your body. But not just your body, your entire being.” Tiffany’s face then sank as she asked, “Are you even able to perform at intimacy though? I know your back is messed up.”

Zachary caressed her gently softly looking into her eyes and spoke, “I certainly am. The surgery was quite expensive but my company furnished the payments for it and the damage to the nerves that connect my spine to my reproductive organ was fully corrected. God had to have had a hand in it.” Zachary paused, kissed her, and then continued, “Now I think I know why!”

“In a very big way, I’m kind of glad no one else wanted you because that means I’ll have you all to myself,” Tiffany said as she grabbed him and stole a kiss.

Zachary’s face suddenly grew distressed.

Tiffany’s quickly noticed and then asked also with distress, “Did I say something wrong?”

Zachary gently held her and soberly replied, “No. You did not. However, God just spoke to me and said that we must needs to forego intimate relations until marriage. It’s almost as if I think God would reverse the healing to my nerves if we engaged in carnal relations before exchanging those vows.”

“You’re right. Then we would become like my parents and drift further and further apart.”

“May it never be!”

“We can wait until marriage, though.” Tiffany paused, then asked in a puppy dog voice, “Would you even want me to marry you though?”

“I most certainly would! And in the event you wish to work, I would only want you working in a career that is good for your soul!”

“Well, I only would want to be an artist, nothing else.”

“Then I fully support you in that endeavor! I dread the very thought of you slaving away in an occupation with which you’re not happy.” Zachary kissed her, then continued, “I’ll even purchase your art supplies.”

“Where will I stay, though? If my parents find out that we are together and you bought me those supplies, they will destroy all of it and then beat me.”

“Then they are brazenly violating your personal space, your sacred body, and your priceless dignity.”

There was a bright flash of lightning followed by a piercing thunder roll. Seconds later, the current supplying the mall with electricity was disrupted.

Tiffany shrieked in terror.

Zachary quickly drew a small flashlight from his pocket and calmly switched it on.

The bright LED lit up their immediate area as Zachary said with confidence, “I always try to be prepared, so I never leave home without one of these.”

A smile returned to Tiffany’s face as she said, “You’re so sexy!”

Zachary and Tiffany began to heavily kiss and pet each other with tremendous affection by the light of the flashlight.

Minutes later, the security guards and janitors were rounding up all the customers.

One guard was speaking into a bullhorn “A tornado warning has just been issued, please follow our staff to the center of the mall!”

Zachary and Tiffany complied with the request and followed the guards with the rest of the customers.

The sky was once overcast but was now dark as midnight as Zachary and Tiffany lay down against the wall, Zachary shielding Tiffany’s body with his. They could only see by the light of his flashlight.

Tiffany looked at her phone and realized there was no signal. She put her phone away and closed her eyes as Zachary held her tightly.

The roaring of the winds intensified more and more.

Both Zachary and Tiffany trembled in fear.

Tiffany began to recite the rosary out loud as the winds grew louder and glass began to break. Many mall patrons and personnel alike began to scream in terror.

Zachary then prayed out loud, “Heavenly Father, I humbly ask that you quiet and stifle this horrid storm so that no one shall be harmed and that Your Name be Glorified above all names. Please protect all of us, according to Your riches and glory. Moreso, draw everyone present nearer to You, even unto salvation. I make these requests in that Precious and Powerful Name of Your Son Jesus Christ and hereby proclaim that He is indeed God come in the flesh! Amen…”

A moment passed, then the storm quickly died down.

Everyone stayed put but a great relief of anxiety came upon all of them.

Minutes later, an all-clear was declared.

Zachary kissed Tiffany, then said, “Praise God, that terrible storm is over and we weren’t harmed!”

The room was dark, so no one could identify exactly who had prayed out loud but there were rumors throughout the mall that God heard a young man’s prayers on behalf of them and that they were indeed spared.

Tiffany helped Zachary up from the floor, as she embraced him and pelted his face with many kisses.

Hand in hand they began to walk, by the light of his flashlight when they were instructed by mall personnel to leave because there had been some structural damage. Tiffany’s phone beeped and buzzed indicating that she had a new voicemail.

Zachary said, “I guess I’ll drive you home. Call me tonight though, before you go to bed.”

Tiffany nodded as they walked to his 2004 Chevy Cobalt.
The sinking sun was starting to break through the clouds.

He opened the passenger door for her, then kissed her as she stepped in.

Afterward, he stepped in on the driver’s side.

Both fastened their seatbelts when Tiffany said, “Let me check my voicemail, if it’s from one of my parents, you will see how horrible they are.”

She called her voicemail number, entered her PIN then activated her speakerphone feature.

There were two voicemails:

The first one was from her mom, “Tiffany Anne Taylor, where are you, little girl? You’re supposed to be at home doing chores while your dad and I are at work. It is unfair that you get to go out and have fun while mooching off of us as we slave away at our jobs. Your dad is going to tare up your hiney when he finds you, young lady. There will be other consequences as well for your rebellious behavior! Now get home immediately!”

The next one was from her dad, “Tiffany, this is your blank damn dad! I pay for your ****ing phone service so I expect you to answer when I ****ing call. And where in the mother****ing hell are you? You’re not at home, that’s for sure and you’re probably laying out with some lazy stupid ****ing bum. When I find out who that good-for-nothing son of a ***** is I am going to blow his **** for brains out with my .357 Magnum, then pour gasoline on his useless body and set it ablaze while roasting some mother****ing marshmallows over it then I’m going to shove those ****ing marshmallows down your ****ing throat. After that, I’ll flush his worthless ashes down my filthy ****ing toilet that you didn’t clean. Then I am going to beat your ungrateful *** to a mother****ing pulp until it ****ing bleeds and I’ll burn all of your *blank* damn stupid paintings. Then I’m going to blast your stupid ****ing computer with my 10 gauge shotgun to make damn sure all of your filthy creations of yours are destroyed. Finally, I’m going to smash your ****ing TV and radio with my *blank* damn sledgehammer, because all you watch and listen to on there is pure ****ing trash that teaches you how to be a spoiled degenerate brat. I work way too ****ing hard for you to lay on your fat ****ing *** all blank damn day drawing those trashy pictures and ****ing around with those bums. You need to get a real ****ing job and stop living in this *blank* damn fantasy world. You will come home right this ****ing instant if you know what is *blank* damn good for you!”

Zachary had become pale as a glass of fresh milk.

Tiffany spoke, “Despite what my dad said in there, I’m still a virgin, and deep down he knows it because he is possessive of my virginity.”

Zachary quickly collected himself and spoke, “I believe you. And just so you know, I would never use that sort of language in front of a woman or girl. However, we need to make a backup copy of these threatening messages in the case your dad terminates your phone service.”

“How can we do that?”

“I have a voice recorder app on my phone.”

At once, Tiffany played both of those messages again while Zachary recorded them to his phone’s internal storage.

Tiffany then spoke as tears were flowing profusely from her eyes, “I never want to go home again. I’m afraid of what will happen to me and worse what will happen to you.”

“We need to show this to the Justice of the Peace and have a restraining order placed against your dad. All of his guns will be confiscated and he will be immediately arrested if he comes near us. That is if you agree with doing so.”

“Yes. I am. I know what his temper is like and what he is capable of.”

Zachary looked at his watch which indicated 6:05. He then spoke, “Well we cannot see the Justice of the Peace until tomorrow morning, but we should lay low for now”

“Yes. I don’t want my dad to see us together.”

“Was he always so ill-tempered?”

“As far as I can remember.”

“Well I knew a lack of intimacy can make put anyone on edge, but Good Lord he takes it to the extreme.”

“I learned in my preteens that when a woman has a full hysterectomy, she loses all interest in sex and can become very cold-hearted. And when a man stops having intimacy, he is easily angered, by anything and everything. My parents never had any kids after me and I noticed that they were always angry at me. My older siblings said they used to be pleasant before I was born.” Tears rolled down Tiffany’s face once again and her voice broke as she said, “That means I’m an accident and they never wanted me.”

Zachary wiped Tiffany’s tears with his shirt as he gently rubbed her face and said, “You’re not an accident at all. I prayed for years that God would send you to me and now he has. You’re going to be a great artist one day and I just hope that you’ll have me by your side, maybe even using my stories for inspiration.”

“Yes, of course. I always thought I would end up marrying a man who is just like my dad, but you are so sweet and gentle. You’re nothing like him. I mean, you speak and write like the Puritan ministers I learned about in American English my Junior year and he speaks as if he were possessed by a legion of demons. I was hesitant to ask you if I could stay at your place, because, I still didn’t know what kind of man you were. However, when you said those prayers and God stopped that tornado, I knew you must have a clean heart because God wouldn’t answer the prayers of a man with wicked intentions. So, could I stay with you? I mean I have nowhere else to go.”

“I would be honored for you to stay with me. You can even have my bed and I will sleep on my futon in the living room.”

“How big is your bed?”

“Full-sized.”

“Then you could share your bed with me. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Believe me, I tremendously desire to hold you while we slumber. I just don’t want to provoke the chastening rod of my Heavenly Father.”

“You’re right.”

“I’d rather be obedient to my God and therefore have you by my side for a lifetime than have a few fleeting moments of immense pleasure with you, only to later lose you.”

“You indeed are a good man, Zack. I’m so happy I found you!”

Zack smiled from ear to ear, then blushed until he was red in the face as he said, “Thank you, Tiffany. No one has ever told me that before.”

“Why don’t we go to your place? I am a little hungry though.”

“I was going to get us some corn dogs and cherry soda, but then the mall was damaged. What would you like?”

“Do you have any food at home?”

“I have a pound of ground beef, a jar of sauce, some pasta, some cheeses, herbs, and spices. How would you like spaghetti and meatballs from scratch?”

“I would love that!”

“Are you okay with eating meat on a Friday?”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Good, because that rule is nowhere in the Bible, rather, it was created by the roman catholic church for corrupt financial reasons.”

“I’m beginning to also think that catholicism is phony. When I started to pray the rosary, the winds became more violent, but when you prayed, the storm quickly calmed down.” Tiffany paused then said, “I want what you have.”

“Very well, let’s go to my place and I will explain it all to you while I prepare us some dinner.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

Zachary started his car, then began to pray, “Heavenly Father, please grant us safe travels. Please also open up Tiffany’s heart and ears to what I will be telling her shortly. Please also keep Tiffany and me together forever and may our relationship perpetually honor and glorify You. May we always treat each other with kindness, respect, and even reverence. May we always show each other affection and strive to be unequivocally faithful to one another. Protect us from all who wish to harm. I love you Heavenly Father and I make all of these requests in Your Son Jesus’ Holy Name. Amen. And thank You, Lord.”

“I love hearing you pray. You sound even better than the priest at my high school, who was so repetitive.”

Zachary blushed again and said, “Thank you. I just pray when God tells me to pray. He helps me find the words.”

With that, Zachary put his car in gear and then drove through the rain-soaked roads and highways until they came to his apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. They walked up his stairs and into his front door just as the sun was going down…

Later that evening:

Zachary opened his front door for Tiffany and said, “Here it is. Not much, but, for now, it’s mine.”

“It’s cute,” Tiffany replied.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly a rush of anxiety came over Tiffany as she said, shaking, “What am I going to do about clothing and my personal items?”

“When was the last time you bathed?”

“Right before going to the mall.” She paused, then continued, “But I am all sweaty and have no change of clothes.”

“Why don’t you take a bath, wear one of my tee shirts and sweat pants, then I’ll wash your clothes with mine in the laundromat? Then, when I get paid Friday, I know of a thrift store a few towns over that carries articles of clothing for twenty-five cents apiece.”

“What about my undergarments? I know thrift stores don’t sell those.”

I will buy you whichever ones you like.”

“But you’re on a fixed income.”

“Yes, but this is an emergency and I happen to have just enough money left over.”

“Thanks. You’re really sweet, Zack.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“And you would wash my clothes for me?”

“Sure, I need to do a load of laundry anyway,” Zachary said as he retrieved a black tee-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants from his dresser, then continued, “Go bathe and change in my bathroom, then afterward, place your dirty laundry in my hamper. It’s in my bedroom closet.”

Tiffany nodded and then walked to Zachary’s bathroom.

Zachary stood in his kitchen and listened to the radio as he began to prepare dinner.

Tiffany removed her pink tee shirt, then her purple brassiere as she stared at herself in the mirror. She then removed her grey tennis shoes, yellow socks, dark blue jeans, and white panties. She then used the toilet and subsequently flushed it. Afterward, she drew water in the bathtub and quickly bathed and dried off from the bathroom heater. She then donned Zachary’s black tee shirt and grey sweat pants, then bundled up all of her clothes, and placed them in Zachary’s laundry hamper which was now full. She saw Zachary in the kitchen, listening to a piece on NPR and slicing some squash and zucchini.

She covered his eyes from behind and said, “Guess who?”

“Is it the lovely Tiffany Taylor?”

“You win!”

“What’s the prize?”

“It would be a sin if I gave it to you now, but I definitely want to, Zack Moore!”

Zachary turned around and beheld her, then spoke, “Good Lord, Tiffany, you’re so beautiful!”

“Oh, Zack, I’m a mess.”

“But those clothes I gave you, they accentuate all of your lovely features and, wow, I’ve never been so attracted to someone!”

Zachary blushed afterward.

Tiffany kissed both of his red cheeks and then said, “You’re so cute when you blush. And I know I have found someone good if I am wearing a tee-shirt, sweat pants, my hair is a mess and he still thinks I am beautiful.”

“You would be beautiful no matter what you wear!”

“Aww. You’re really sweet!”

“Thank you!” Zachary said as he kissed her, then preheated his oven to 350 Degrees Fahrenheit.

“Do you need any help with dinner?” Tiffany asked.

“Well, I could use some help with the seasoning base,” Zachary replied.

“Just tell me what you need.”

“Very well,” Zach said, then placed a pot on his electric range, saying, “Pour some olive oil until the bottom of the pot is covered, then add some minced onions, garlic powder, Italian seasoning, Oregano, dehydrated bell peppers, and brown sugar. They’re all in my cabinet to the right of my stove.”

Tiffany retrieved everything from the cabinets. She poured the olive oil until the bottom of the pot was covered, then asked, “How do you measure the other spices?”

“Just add some of each until the olive oil is no longer clear.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive!” Zachary said as he kissed her.

Tiffany added the spices then Zachary added the sliced squash and zucchini.

She then asked, “What next?”

“Turn on the burner to very low, then stir every so often with a wooden spoon until everything carmelizes.”

“It’s nice to have a home-cooked meal. My parents usually buy those frozen Banquet Dinners.”

“Well, I eat those as well, only if I don’t have the time to cook,” Zachary paused, then continued, “Now keep stirring, but I will show you how I make meatballs.”

“Nice.”

Zachary took a plate of fresh ground beef from his refrigerator, then placed it in his mixing bowl. He also took a half-full bag of Mozzarella cheese from his refrigerator and added it to the mix, as he said, “The cheese gives the meatballs an extra flavor.” Zachary then added black pepper, seasoned salt, garlic powder, minced onion, and parsley to the mix. “Here’s the nasty part,” Zachary said as he washed his hands, then rinsed them and began to evenly mix the ground beef with the cheese and seasonings until it was consistent. The oven beeped, thereby indicating that it had reached the target temperature. Zachary then took a skillet and sprayed it with Pam. Afterward, they formed the ground beef mixture into little heaps the size of ping pong balls and placed them on the skillet and then in the oven. After closing the door, Zachary activated the stopwatch feature on his G-Shock.

A wonderful aroma filled the kitchen when Zachary said, “Time to add the sauce to the seasoning base.” He opened two jars of Ragu Garden Combination and poured them into the pot, then kissed Tiffany and said, “Now mix all of that and stir every now and then.”

Tiffany smiled sweetly as she stirred with the wooden spoon.

Suddenly Zachary had shooting pains in his lower back. By the expression on his face, he was unable to hide the fact that something was wrong.

Promptly, Tiffany asked, “What’s the matter, bae?”

“Oh, my wretched back is giving me trouble yet again.”

“Is it because of what happened today?”

“No. Please don’t worry about that, sweetheart. It’s not your fault at all, I frequently get back pain while cooking and doing many other activities as well.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“You could hold me.”

“Okay, I’ll do that. I would want to do that anyway!”

“Then let’s relax on the couch while dinner cooks. We have a few minutes before the meatballs are done baking.”

Tiffany sat on one end of the couch and Zachary lay resting his head on her lap.

He looked up at her face with awestruck admiration while she smiled at him, playing with his hair and caressing his face.

Zachary took the remote then turned on his television and scanned for channels. There was only one channel coming in reliably enough, and it was playing a prime-time drama. Tiffany shuddered when the scene became violent. Zachary noticed, to which he turned the television off and said, “I’m sorry. If I knew that show would have upset you, I wouldn’t have watched it with you.”

“Do you usually watch that kind of stuff?”

“Not really. It’s just that was the only channel coming in at the moment. The weather affects my TV reception.”

“What radio station were you listening to earlier?”

“The local NPR station.”

“What’s that?”

“National Public Radio. It’s like PBS but with radio instead of television. I listen to NPR because it enhances my vocabulary, therefore improving my writing.”

“Do you listen to it a lot?”

“Yes.”

“What would be playing at this hour?”

“Classical Music.”

“Okay, nice! Do you think we could listen? Maybe it could inspire my painting when I get more art supplies.”

“Sure. I’ll turn my kitchen radio on.”

“I’ll do it, you rest.”

Tiffany then walked to the kitchen and switched the radio back on. They listened for a few minutes, then Zachary checked his watch. The twenty minutes were almost up.

Both walked to the kitchen and stood by the oven.

Zachary’s stopwatch feature on his G-Shock reached twenty minutes, so he opened the oven door, then with a potholder, removed the skillet and poured the meatballs along with the drippings into the pot of sauce. He then stirred the mixture and turned the oven and the burner off.

“Why you turned the burner off?” Tiffany asked.

“Because the mixture is hot enough to continue cooking, besides, we need to do laundry and I need to buy you some underwear.”

“Where can we get some?”

“There’s a Dollar General next door, we can go there.”

“I’ll just get a cheap six-pack of panties then.”

“Even the cheapest undergarments would make your bottom lovely!”

Tears filled Tiffany’s eyes as she said, “Thank you for saying that. You make me feel beautiful. My dad is always making comments about how big my butt is and that I shouldn’t eat so much.”

“I’m glad that I make you feel beautiful because, to me, you’re the most beautiful lady there is!”

“You’re making me want to commit that sin with you!”

“I want to commit that sin with you as well, but I am deathly afraid of losing you! As I’ve said before, I’d rather be obedient to my God and have you by my side for the rest of my life than have you for a few moments of pleasure only to lose you and never get you back. You’re worth the wait!”

Tiffany grabbed Zachary then pulled him to her and showered his face with kisses.

“Let’s go get me some panties,” Tiffany said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Would you also like some socks?”

“Sure, if you have the money.”

“I think I do.”

“Then let’s go.”

Tiffany borrowed a pair of socks from Zachary and then put them and her tennis shoes on.

Zachary then grabbed his key lanyard and flashlight as they walked out of his apartment, down the stairs, then to the Dollar General.

They entered and walked right to the clothing section. There was a six-pack of socks that Tiffany grabbed immediately. Then there were several six-packs of panties that Tiffany had considered until she saw one that was all different colors: one white, one lavender, one black, one pink, one flesh-colored, and one gray. “Zack, what do you think of these?” She asked.

“I am at a loss for words on how beautiful I think you would be in them!” Zachary replied.

“Then buy them for me!”

“Very well, sweetheart!”

Tiffany kissed Zachary with great passion and then said, “Thank you!”

Zachary kissed her in return and affectionately patted her bottom.

Both blushed and grinned as they embraced.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I need some Tide to wash our laundry,” Zachary said.

“That’s fine,” Tiffany replied.

With that, they walked to the detergent section and purchased a small bottle of Tide, then walked to the counter and checked out.

By the light of Zachary’s flashlight, they walked home. After entering, Tiffany secured her new socks and panties. Afterward, she carried the laundry basket while Zachary carried the bottle of Tide and a roll of quarters to the laundromat. They selected a washing machine, then placed the clothes in, paid the quarters, and started it. Then hand in hand they walked back up to Zachary’s apartment by the light of his flashlight.

Upon arriving home, Zachary received a text message stating a low balance alert in his checking account.

“Now, I’m going to show you how to make the pasta,” Zachary said. He took another pot and filled it with water from his kitchen tap. He then added a few drops of olive oil and some parsley. Finally, he took a one-pound box of dried spaghetti noodles, broke them in half, dropped them in the pot, and put it on to boil. When the pasta was boiled, Zachary heated the sauce, then said, “I’m going switch the laundry. When I return, let us eat. Don’t open the door to anyone but me.”

Tiffany nodded then kissed him.

Zachary locked his door behind him, then walked down to the laundromat by the light of his flashlight with the quarters in hand. He saw that the washing machine was finished so he transferred the laundry to a dryer, then placed the quarters in and started it. Afterward, he left the laundromat and walked back up to his unit.

Tiffany was setting the table as he entered.

“I’ll serve us, sweetheart,” Zachary said.

“Thanks, bae!” Tiffany replied.

Zack served each of them a generous portion of spaghetti and meatballs. Afterward, he sat down and said grace, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for this wonderful meal and we thank You for all the gifts and blessings that You have so graciously bestowed upon us. We also ask that You bless our relationship, keep us together forever, and that You compel us to honor and glorify You with our lives. Please protect us from all who wish to cause harm and please meet all of our needs, both seen and unseen, known and unknown. Bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies for Your service and glory. We make these prayers in Your Son Jesus’ Precious Name, Amen!”

As they were eating, Tiffany said, “I love hearing you pray, Zack!”

Zachary then asked, “Would you like to come to church with me tomorrow evening?”

“Church on a Wednesday?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, sure, I’m only used to church on either Saturday or Sunday.”

“I have church on Sunday as well.”

“I’ll go with you, both on Sunday and Wednesday. I feel a voice in my head that is urging me to go with you.”

“Wonderful!”

“This food is delicious, Zack!”

“Thank you. You know you helped me make it!”

“True.”

“And get used to it.”

“But everything I eat goes straight to my butt.”

“As I’ve said before, your bottom is very lovely!”

“What if it gets really big though?”

“Then that will mean more of it for me to adore and enjoy!”

“In a way, I’m glad my parents never let me have any freedom because now I am pure for you and if there is anyone worth losing my virginity to, it’s you, Zack!”

“And I’m glad that I have this disability and no other women wanted me, because we will be pure for each other and our honeymoon will be immensely special!”

“You still want me to marry you?” Tiffany asked in a puppy dog voice.

“Of course. You and no one else!”

“I’m falling for you, fast and hard Zack, so please don’t break me!”

“The feeling is mutual and let me say that I would rather die than break your heart!”

They finished up their meal, then placed the leftovers in Zachary’s refrigerator.

For a little while, they listened to more classical music on NPR. There was a break in the music and a weather forecast was given. The announcer stated that another round of thunderstorms would be making their way through the listening area during the overnight hours and that some had severe potential.

Zachary looked at his G-Shock and realized that his laundry was near done, so, he grabbed his basket, key lanyard, and flashlight, then he and Tiffany walked down to the laundromat. A thick scratchy wind was blowing through the complex as they walked across the parking lot and into the laundromat. There were a few seconds left on the dryer as they embraced, lost in each other’s eyes. The dryer buzzed, then Zachary loaded the freshly cleaned laundry into his basket. Tiffany carried it up to his unit and he escorted her.

She set the basket down on the living room floor.

“You can get your clothes out if you wish, but I’ll fold mine tomorrow. I need to wash my dishes before the next round of storms come through.”

“I’ll help you, Zachary.”

Together they washed and rinsed all of the dishes, then set them on the counter to dry.

Tiffany then asked, “Do you think you could read more of your stories to me?”

“Sure, I would be honored to!” Zachary replied.

With that, they walked to Zachary’s computer. Zachary sat down on the chair and Tiffany lay on the couch. Tiffany hung on to his every word, smiling from ear to ear. He read to her until they were very sleepy.

“Why don’t we get some rest?” Zachary asked.

“Okay, bae,” Tiffany replied.

She then went to the bathroom, took off Zachary’s sweatpants, and put on a pink pair of her new panties. She also put on another one of Zachary’s tee shirts, a grey one.

After she stepped out of the bathroom, Zachary beheld her with a mixture of tremendous admiration and immense lust.

He held her close to him and began to kiss her face, then her neck, then her chest, then her stomach as he caressed her buttocks.

“If you go any further, it will be a sin. But I would greatly enjoy it.”

“You’re right, Tiffany. And I don’t want to lose you as a result of that sin. No, I want you by my side forever!”

“That is my wish as well!”

Hand in hand, Zachary walked Tiffany to his bedroom, then tucked her in and gave her a long sweet goodnight kiss.

He then walked to his living room and pulled out the mattress of his futon and went to sleep…

…Hours passed by…

A severe thunderstorm had developed and had woken Tiffany up.

Wind, lightning, and thunder were constant.

She was very frightened, to the point of tears.

Tiffany walked out of bed, to Zachary’s living room.

She gently tapped him, “Zack…Zack…Zack…”

Finally, Zachary woke up and asked, “Tiffany are you all right?”

“I’m scared of the weather, Zack. Will you hold me?”

“Sure, Tiffany. It would be a joy for you to sleep in my arms.”

“Then come right now.”

Zachary stepped off the couch, then followed Tiffany to his bedroom. They both climbed into his bed and pulled the covers over them.

Zachary held his arms around Tiffany’s waist and rested his face on the back of her neck, as he spoke, “I truly wish we were married, but I promise I won’t take advantage of you because I want God to bless our relationship.”

“If it wasn’t such a sin, I would be intimate with you, but, for now, I’m glad you’re cuddling with me.”

“Well, I want to comfort you from this weather, because I know it scares you. Although, it is a great pleasure and joy to cuddle with you.”

Tiffany then said, “When I was a little girl, I was always afraid of the weather. I guess because my parents always said that God would kill me with lightning or a tornado because I was so wicked.”

“You’re very sweet and God loves you immensely. Your parents are the ones who are wicked.”

“I guess it is on my mind because I just left them and they are probably angry at me. I’d like to see the looks on their faces if they could see us cuddling and do nothing about it.”

Zachary kissed the back of her neck.

Tiffany pushed her buttocks against Zachary’s pelvic region and then said, “I wish I could see the look on your face too, Zack because you get to feel my big butt against you all night long while I wear these sexy panties.”

“I admit that I am smiling more than I ever have and I do feel very privileged,” Zachary said as he pulled her even closer to him.

“Then hold me all night like this, bae!”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart!”

A bright bolt of lightning flashed followed by a loud crash of thunder.

“The weather is not as scary now that I am in your arms, Zack.”

Zachary simply kissed her neck as they soon fell asleep, happier than ever before…

PART TWO

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Avionics, Travel, Belize and Other Topics

I had mentioned this memory in a piece before, a little over four years ago, but I wish to mention it again and with more details: It was almost twenty-five years ago, at the time of writing this piece, that a certain childhood memory occurred.

The memory entailed me hanging out on the western side of my paternal grandparents (now my cousin and her husband’s) house.

I had a fascination with that side of the house because it is where the electric meter, the gas meter, the telephone network interface, and the cable hookup were located.

All of that fascinated me ever since early childhood and still does, to be honest.

I hated school and wished I could have stayed home, however, I was looking forward to Christmas Break which was coming up shortly.

Also, one of my mom’s students had discarded a calculator, so she picked it up and gave it to me.

That December 1997 morning, I was standing on the western side of the house as mentioned before with that calculator in my school pants pocket.

The weather was slightly cold or at least cold enough to where I could see my breath when I exhale.

While I was standing there, a low-altitude plane was flying over me. I mean that neighborhood is under a considerably busy flight route.

I think children in the 1990s were more imaginative than children of today are, but I imagined myself on that plane helping the pilot navigate with the aid of the calculator in my pocket.

I cannot remember anything about that calculator except that it was a mid-grade scientific model made for or by an office supply company known as Royal. I also would imagine that it came off the assembly line either in the 1980s or very early 1990s, probably no later than 1991. I last saw my sister playing with it sometime in 1999 or 2000.

Also, since my breath was visible in the cold air, I wondered if the pilot and whatever passengers on that plane could see my breath and maybe thought that a ten going on the eleven-year-old child was smoking a cigarette.

In later years, when passing by a certain small airport, I could see the fuel storage tanks from the local road and always thought that everyone near them durn better not be smoking. And then in even later years, I thought how anyone near them durn better be using explosion-proof or intrinsically safe equipment.

I purposely used the word durn, because, for whatever reason, it was forbidden at my school.

Dang and darn were allowed, but durn was forbidden.

I think the teachers and staff at my school liked to make those nit-picky rules because their private parts tingled and oozed at the thought of oppressively controlling [mostly] defenseless children.

Even more fervently, I believe that the teachers and staff at my school must have durn near achieved an orgasm every time they confiscated a handheld video game.

All right, I know that I am slightly off track, but still, I feel the need to say this, because what I mentioned is just the tip of the enormous iceberg of how cruel teachers and staff at my school were.

And just maybe, I harbor this foul attitude towards my school because I have special needs, I’m sure most of my teachers realized I have special needs, and yet they refused to make any sort of accommodations for me nor did they step in when I was harassed by other students, except in really major incidents.  However, the teachers and staff at this wretched school made accommodations for other kids and they feverishly protected other kids from harassment.  They did the literal bare minimum for me.

I just thank God that for a considerable time of me attending that school, I carried a flashlight either on my person or in my backpack and it never once was confiscated. Other students viciously harassed me for my love of flashlights, though.

At one point while writing this, I was hanging out at my adopted sister’s apartment and my adopted niece was stating how she is addicted to hot chocolate. Off the top of my head, I made up a scenario where a long haul truck driver stopped at a travel center, before dawn on a cold December morning filled his rig with Diesel fuel, then went inside and bought a large cup of hot chocolate and several King Size Mister GoodBars then got back on the road. The energy-dense food and drink gave him the nourishment and comfort to effectively drive that rig for the next several hours before needing to stop again.

By the way, the teachers at my school would have sneered at such a profession, although, it is what I would love to have chosen for a career, but am disqualified from it because of the medication that I am required to take.

I know I don’t need one and I don’t plan on purchasing one, but I have had a fascination with calculators designed specifically for aviators. I believe the Texas Instruments TI-58 or TI-59 was a general-purpose calculator but had an available ROM cartridge specifically for solving problems related to handling an aircraft, among other applications. Later there were other purpose-built calculators designed solely for aviation. I would like one of those, maybe or maybe not. There are also slide rules, some even featured on wristwatches crafted for pilots.

This piece was originally supposed to be about aviation calculators and/or flight computers, by the way, but I had to add my other words of whatever you, the reader, perceive them to be.

I do and have had a fascination with calculators since infancy and I think I have made that pretty clear on this blog and other forms of media.

I also have a waxing and waning interest in avionics. I think all of that communications equipment, RADAR, flight computers, and other instruments are so neat. I am greatly fascinated by all other modes of transportation but it seems that aviation has the most interesting equipment.

Soon after that plane flew over, the school bus arrived and I boarded it. I was in fourth grade and it was a rough school year. Honestly what saw me through was my God, although I was not yet saved and my interests outside of school. I felt very relieved that Christmas Break was just days away.

The era in which I am most fascinated by avionics and handheld calculating/computing is the decade of the 1980s. It is the decade in which I was born but also a time when personal mobile phones were not yet widely used and smartphones hadn’t been thought of yet. Because of that, one needed a dedicated electronic device for each task he or she wished to accomplish. And there was something so astounding about that.

On an unrelated note, it was in the 1980s that tactical flashlights became compact, the first being in 1984 with the Mini Maglite. Well, I’ve seen and heard of many pilots carrying Mini Maglites. I carry a vintage Mini Maglite from 1993 in my eyeglass case, but that is for another piece.

I do want to either get Red Mini Maglite Spectrum in either AAA or Solitaire, for nighttime travels.

This desire stems from traveling through the Mississippi Darkness on either the I-55 or I-59 Corridor as a passenger and not wanting to disturb the driver, yet having to locate items in the dark. My Green Mini Maglite spectrum simply doesn’t cut it.

But a Red Mini Maglite Spectrum would be ideal for nighttime aviation, especially for reading instruments in a non-glass cockpit.

Red light is easier on the eyes in total darkness than any other color including and especially white.

SureFire took the idea of compact tactical flashlights and ran with it!

About a year ago I was doing some research about the country of Belize. It seemed like a really interesting place and just about the only place South of the Border, I would want to set foot in, although God is dealing with me about that. The only way I would know how to easily get there without paying too much would be to hire a charter flight or some nice person with a Cessna and possibly take off from KHUM (The Houma-Terrebonne Airport) or possibly even L83 (probably only in a Cessna), then fly over the Gulf of Mexico. What I find amusing is that there is an airport in Belize known as “Gallon Jug Airport”, though there are a few other airports in that country. I’m wondering if anyone who reads this blog wonders what airport I am referring to when I say “L83.” I shall explain: L83 is the callsign issued to the Thibodaux Municipal Airport, which is located in the Thibodaux, Louisiana suburb of Schriever. It is also the small airport I frequently passed by, saw the fuel tanks, and had my thoughts about those standing near them durn better not be smoking and durn well better have intrinsically safe equipment. I thought L83 was a small airport, but it appears that Gallon Jub Airport is even smaller, although it has a nice place to relax, almost on par with a Swiss chalet, and possibly a longer runway, unlike L83. While L83 has a tall tree hazard Gallon Jug has mountains. Maybe I would be better off landing in the capital of Belize City, where I could then go watch marine traffic. Another humorous aspect of Belize is that fried chicken is referred to as fried chicken. I especially appreciate this because some folk from Louisiana’s Bayou Country refer to ground [beef] meat as “grind meat.” From what I gather Belize has quite a few things in common with Louisiana. I wish I could explore Belize on the ground in a Range Rover from the mid-1980s, specifically a 1984 to 1986 model but that is currently just a fantasy. Of course, in that Range Rover, I would have some sort of a scanner radio, that is a given and it would have to be one capable of tuning in both civilian and military aircraft. I would also have an amateur radio transceiver with antennas tuned for 80 Meters, 40 Meters, 11 Meters, 10 Meters, and 6 Meters. I would have to be cautious on 11 Meters because it is no longer an amateur radio band and hasn’t been since 1958. It is the location of HF Citizen’s Band among other things but now in 2022 mostly obsolete except for a few die-hard Citizen’s Band users and hobbyists that have migrated to the now unused portions in addition to the CB portions of 11 Meters. I would probably also have my EDC backpack and in it would be some scanners and portable 2 Meter and 70 Centimeter transceivers.

If you, the reader, didn’t realize, I have been thinking about all of this for some time now!

Maybe God wants me and possibly my wife to do some supportive work for missionaries in Belize and that is why He is putting all this in my head and heart. I’m not sure though. It’s quite possible that my wife maybe is called to be a pastor, but I am happy just as a servant or administrator.

I know my writing performance isn’t at what it usually is, but I will say that it is the end of the month, my breakfast consisted of sliced bread, cane syrup, and sausage, with chocolate milk to drink with that. On top of that, I am feeling slightly under the weather. My wife and I are nibbling on some Chester’s Hot Fries (one of our favorite snacks) as I am finishing up this piece and she is doing some research for her writings.

Life is much better though since I was in school.

One good thing that is still common is that I am looking forward to Christmas as it is my favorite season.

I wish to roast a goose this Christmas as I have done once before but I will have to settle for a turkey.

The reason being is that I already purchased my turkey and even the smallest goose is over $60.

As it turns out, I have just been summoned by my adopted sister to cook some white beans for her and her family, so I will cut this piece short now.

I do enjoy cooking and I don’t mind helping out my adopted family, so I will be on my way shortly.

That means this piece is now concluded.

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

May God richly bless you!

Back to “Personal Reflections”

How Eli met Hannah-a.D. MMIV

Tuesday August 3, 2004:

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

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

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

He smiled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hannah giggled and smiled from ear to ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course!” Hannah replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They then exchanged the Chirp numbers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would you say that?”

“Because of my weight.”

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

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

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

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

Eli replies “17.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I definitely would marry you.”

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

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

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

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

“How did you come to the Lord?”

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

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

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

“We need to pray for them.”

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

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

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

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

“Then let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m 17.”

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

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

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

“That’s fine,” Eli replied.

“Of course,” Hannah added in.

“Do you work anywhere, Eli?”

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

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

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

“What is your living situation, Eli?”

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

“Where are your parents?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thank God for you too.”

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

“My Pappy drives me.”

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

“That would be wonderful.”

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

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

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

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

“Yes. We can do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am,” Eli replied.

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

“What about Sears?”

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

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

“I’m working on a book as well.”

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

“So do I!”

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

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

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

She kissed his lips in return.

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

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

“Me too, baby!”

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

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

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

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

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

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

They then made it to the bench.

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

They were notified of a severe thunderstorm in progress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eli blushed but was speechless.

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

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

Mall security had begun to escort customers out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The power came back on with ten minutes to go.

Beatrice continued preparing the work area for the incoming shift.

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

Back to “a.D. MMIV”

Synopsis to “Dystopian Affection”

On the morning of February 9, 2003, I was dreaming a dream that would have a tremendous impact on my life.

I believe it was that dream that was one of the catalysts which caused me to decide to take up writing.

The dream took place in the Greater New Orleans area and it appeared to be some time in the dystopian future.

I think I can credit that dream to two factors:

  1. I had frequented the New Orleans area more than usual.
  2. The high school I was attending assigned a great deal of dystopian fiction for us to read. (Not complaining at all.)

I had just made sixteen at the time and in the dream, I was with an uknown teenaged girl, who had become my lover.

We were trying to run away, likely to get out of this dystopian civilization and be more free.

However, drugs were planted on us (and the penalty for drug posession was death and apparently without due process.)

We were subsequently arrested and held in seperate cells, awaiting execution.

I was miraculously able to summon superhuman strength and broke the handcuffs off of me and off of my lover.

The building then collapsed and we escaped.

I borrowed a line from the song, “The Space Between” by Dave Matthews and told my lover, “take my hand, cause we’re walking out of here!”

A female cop then performs our wedding on a street corner, then we begin walking out of the city.

Suddenly my lover collapses in my arms.

She is dead.

I am able to get in contact with her family.

They come in a Blue, single cab 2001 Chevrolet Silverado and lay her body in the bed of it.

I ride with her but end up taking my life and waking up.

Over eight years later, I had the idea to turn this dream into a story, which this piece will be a synopsis thereof.

The story begins on a Monday Morning with eighteen year old Josiah Adler, playing on the school library computers before class begins. He is playing video games until the librarian demands that he do something more productive. He notices another student, eighteen year old Kaela Blum, who suggests that they read together. They are also mutually crushing on each other. She presents to him the works of a blogger who was a New Orleans resident prior to the Second Civil War. To avoid military service, he fled the city and wound up on the West Coast. His blog is targeted to the citizens of Nazi Orleans (which is one of the fragmented American City-States that were formed at the conclusion of the Second Civil War) and consists of current Orleans Parish and Jefferson Parish between the Mississippi River and Lake Ponchitrain. As its name suggests, it is controlled by a Neo Nazi styled government. This blogger consistently condemns the practices of this new government and writes about bygone times. As they read the bloggers work, Josiah asks Kaela to imagine if they lived in those bygone times and fell in love. Kaela replied she could but also she could even see it happening in the present, to which she subsequently kisses him. They decide to meet together again at lunch time. The morning bell rings and they share a hug.

Josiah’s first class is communications and it teaches how industrial workers communicate on a system known as Tuff Talk, civillians use Pocket Packet and Screen Link, and government workers use Tac Talk. The teachers gave the details but Josiah was more interested in what he and Kaela would do at lunch. Then there was math, then science and then citizenship class and the lesson of the day was obeying the NOPD blindly. It went on to teach how marriages are arranged by a supercomputer known as the LoveMatc1933. Josiah became depressed because he knew that he couldn’t marry Kaela because of this. The next class was English, which he and Kaela had together. They got in trouble for talking and were forced to reenact the first kiss scene from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and share a kiss at the conclusion. The whole class applauds, but the teacher pops them in the mouth, then lectures the class that falling in love is detrimental to society. Kaela rebuffs, commenting that love is wonderful and should be expressed by everyone. The teacher threatens Kaela that she will call the S. R. O. on her if she questions her or the City doctrines again. Part of that scene was inspired by The Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer, I won’t lie.

Then comes the lunch period and Kaela and Josiah find a secluded area of the campus to spend the period. Kaela cradles Josiah’s head in her lap and they begin to talk.

She asks Josiah where he works during the weekends, to which he replies that he pushes shopping carts for a grocer on Stealth Bomber Highway. She points out that the grocer used to be known as Schwegmann’s and Stealth Bomber Highway was formerly known as Airline Highway. She goes on to explain how she works as a kitchen aid at a teaching hospital and that in bygone times anyone could get medical attention regardless of ability to pay.

He then tells her what he learned about the supercomputer in citizenship class and how he has feelings for her.

She tells him that she feels the same way and that since they feel that way they can defect from the city and other refugees will come to their assistance.

She goes on to say how there is a railroad interlocking tower across the river and out of the city’s jurisdiction where they can stay until a refugee train takes them to the West Coast.

Josiah expresses his opinion about being caught to which Kaela replies it is better to die in freedom than to live in oppression.

She eventually convinces him to run away with her, to which they begin to make plans.

The bell rang and the rest of the day dragged on.

When the bell rang, Josiah asked Kaela if he could walk her home and meet her family.

She happily agrees and goes on to say that her parents and sister are also followers of the blogger.

They walk to her home.

Kaela’s older sister Casey greets them and briefly grills Josiah, but then realizes that he is of pure intentions, then explains that she has to go to work.

Kaela asks her to drive them across the river on Saturday night, so they can do whatever they please.

Casey grills Josiah further, but agrees to bring them.

Kaela’s parents Mark and Katherine Blum soon arrive home and she introduces them to Josiah.

They go on to say how they disagree with the city government’s practices, but that he hacked the LoveMatic1933 in order for it to match them together.

They then prepare dinner as Josiah and Kaela do their homework and spend time late into the night until Josiah realizes his mom might be worried. He messages her through the Pocket Packet and tells her he is all right and about to come home.

When he arrives home, his mom is working and he eats a quick meal, showers then goes to bed.

The next day in citizenship class the teacher is instructing the students on how a free press hindered the operations of the city, so it was done away with. A fellow student was then struck for not paying attention.

Then came English and the teacher was explaining how Juliet ought to have married Paris as her family commanded and how nowadays weddings are carried out much more efficiently.

At lunch Kaela and Josiah go to their secluded location and she reveals to him that she is sick but her parents insurance won’t cover the treatments because it is a pre-existing condition. She goes on to say that there are cysts on her ovaries and they keep growing and any kind of physical trauma can cause her to hemorrhage. She goes on to say that she can be treated for free on the West Coast, to which Josiah further fomented his commitment to running away with her. They spend the rest of the lunch period holding each other in a semi peaceful silence as those thoughts raced through Josiah’s mind.

They headed back to class after the bell rang. The rest of the day, Josiah was riddled with anxiety of the health and welfare of Kaela.

They met in the hallway after the dismissal bell and shared to kiss to which their English teacher slapped them.

Kaela told Josiah to message her on the Screen Link later in the night.

Josiah went home and completed his homework.

He then messaged Kaela.

She messaged that she was sorry she got them slapped but not sorry for kissing him and went on to say that there are no consequences to public displays of affection on the West Coast.

They then began to vide chat.

Josiah was wearing a tee shirt and school pants. Kaela was wearing an oversized tee shirt and panty.

Josiah is aroused, but then overcome with anxiety and Kaela asks him about it because she can see the expression on his face.

Josiah says how he is worried about her sickness and doesn’t want her to die.

Kaela replies that if she must die she wants it to be in his arms.

Josiah said how he couldn’t go on without her.

They on on to plan their escape from the city.

Their English teacher who could not see their messages but still knew they were communicating reprimanded them.

Josiah messaged the teacher and said that Kaela might be dying, to which the teacher replied how she better do it quicker so they don’t have to spend money to euthanize her.

Josiah screen shot those messages, then went to sleep.

The next day in citizenship class, the teacher was explaining how the criminal justice procedures of the past were inefficient and how those former civil liberties were wasteful. Rights to not being detained indefinitely, bail and to not be tortured used to exist, but now they don’t. Josiah became immensly angry at how broken this system truly was.

He was still angry come English class and put his head down in protest. The teacher lashed him with a strap.

Kaela cried for her not to hurt him.

The teacher called the S. R. O. over the Tac Talk.

In a short spell he stormed into the room, began yelling at Josiah and Kaela, then popped them in the mouth. He raised his hat to the teacher to which she saluted him.

At lunch Josiah and Kaela went to their secluded area and he begged her to stay off of everyone’s RADAR so she doesn’t incur injury. Reluctantly, Kaela agreed.

Kaela then motioned Josiah to lay in her lap to which he, happily did.

Seconds later she flipped her skirt over his head and held him under their for about a minute saying it is a preview of Saturday night.

She then demanded a kiss to which they became lost in the moment of virginal foreplay until the bell rang.

That evening they messaged each other lovingly not realizing that the NOPD was monitoring their communications.

The next day in citizenship class, the teacher was explaining how disability and free health care for the disabled and low income were wasteful ideas and now anyone declared disabled is put to death. Josiah was even more angry at learning this and but kept his cool knowing he would soon be out of the sewerage hole known as Nazi Orleans.

In English, they were assigned to write an essay on why falling in love is troublesome and obsolete.

Kaela messaged Josiah and said how they should write the opposite instead, since they will be leaving the city anyway.

At lunch period, they cuddled in the grass. Kaela told Josiah to come to her house that evening and they will write their essays.

At the end of the day, they went to Kaela’s home and wrote that pure love brings happiness and how happy workers are more productive. They continued that a worker who loves his or her spouse will want to be a good provider, therefore a productive worker. Their final point was that a couple in love will raise children in an ideal environment and that those children will be productive workers instead of troubled citizens. Finally they said that love is not obsolete and the doctrines of the fascist hell hole of Nazi Orleans are dead wrong.

It was now late in the evening, so Josiah kissed Kaela good night and tucked her in bed then went home.

The next morning Kaela messaged Josiah and asked if he wanted to watch her get ready.

Josiah happily agreed.

They began to video chat and Kaela lifted her nightgown revealing her panty. She then further lifted it and showed him her breasts, then dressed in on camera for him.

When they arrived at school, they went to the secluded location.

Kaela lay on top of Josiah then she sat on his chest to which he could clearly see up her skirt. He put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, until she was sitting on his face and all went dark. They stayed in that position until the morning bell rang.

In citizenship class the teacher was ranting and raving how Nazi Orleans is the highest power. The students were given an allegiance card to sign over the weekened. Some signed it right away. Josiah planned to burn his. The teacher then allowed the remainder of the period to be free, to which Josiah went to sleep.

In English the teacher began to rant and rave about the blogger and how he is actually one of her former students. She went on to say that he is a coward and a terrorist, who helps traitors and cowards. Finally she said anyone caught reading his work will be fined and delayed in graduation.

After the last class of the day, Josiah and Kaela went to her family’s house.

Her sister Casey was getting ready for work, to which Kaela reminded her to bring them across the river Saturday evening.

She basically asks if they are defecting to which they admit they are.

Josiah then says he wants to make sure Kaela gets medical attention and if she dies he wants to die as well.

Casey then goes to work, agreeing to bring them.

Josiah and Kaela are about to deflower each other when Kaela’s parents arrive.

They stay up talking until Josiah realizes he needs to go home and pack.

The next morning, Josiah packs a bag then places it in his work assigned locker. He then diligently pushes shopping carts until his shift is over.

He cashes his paycheck and clocks out.

Casey pulls up with Kaela in a blue pickup truck, then drives them across the River without incident, then goes home.

They arrive in the old Avondale railroad yard and are given supplies for their journey by other defectors.

Subsequently, they go into the interlocking tower and fall asleep together.

At nightfall they become intimate and Josiah is startled by the blood, to which Kaela reassures him that it was normal.

After much lovemaking, they fall asleep in a sea of blankets.

On Sunday morning they woke up and secured their belongings preparing to board the train.

There was a knock at the door and the knocker claimed to be the train conductor.

No sooner was the door opened, the NOPD SWAT team headed by the S. R. O. came in and extradicted them.

They had also massacred all of the other defectors seeking refuge in the train yard.

Kaela and Josiah are bound, placed in a wagon and taken back to the city.

Kaela said how the city might take away their freedom but cannot take their love away.

Josiah replied how the city may destroy their bodies but cannot destroy what is between them.

They are housed in seperate cells of the police station.

Their English teacher says how she read their essays and will see to it that they are charged with sedition.

The S. R. O. begins to interrogate Kaela and hooks up a stun gun to her genitals when she doesn’t comply.

After she is incapacitated he attempts to rape her, but Josiah yells that he falsely has his gun and will shoot.

A female cop enters, catching the S. R. O. in the act and shoots him dead.

She then unbinds Josiah and Kaela and explains that she read their essays and they opened her eyes and how she is quitting the force.

Kaela asks her to perform their marriage ceremony as her final duty to which she agrees.

Their marriage is performed on a street corner where a church was formerly located.

She then began to walk Josiah and Kaela out of the city until Kaela began bleeding profusely and collapsed.

The female officer checks Kaela for a pulse and announces that she is dead and they need to notify her family.

Josiah takes his broken Pocket Packet and removes the memory card, to which the female officer places in her Tac Talk device.

Casey comes in her truck and Kaela’s body is laid in the bed. Josiah lays next to her body.

The next day a memorial is held for Kaela.

At some point later, Josiah writes the whole account saves it onto memory cards places them on Kaela’s grave, then blows his brains out with a revolver, concluding the story…

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Synopsis to “The Textfile”

First of all, to explain the featured image on this post, they are a pocket knife and penlight carried by my main character, Grayson Thomas, until they are lost in a work-related “accident.”

On a Saturday, I believe it was December 10, 2005, I was walking around Bayou Cane, Louisiana, (for those who don’t know, that’s a suburb of Houma, located to its north and west) mostly for shopping but exercise as well.  Walking around that city always inspired me to write.  A few weeks prior, I had also watched a certain movie on home DVD for the first time.  That movie had an enormous impact on me writing this, both at the conscious and subconscious levels.  Other people noticed it too and when reading it, would frequently say how it reminded them of that said movie.   I also recently got my own computer though it was terribly out of date.  It still served its purpose I needed for writing things.  I was a backslidden Christian at the time, which was a major factor in me deciding to write this.  My pain hangup was about certain sects of Christianity, specifically the ones that taught one must speak in tongues to be saved, but other unBiblical teachings.  They turned me off to Christ and brought me almost to the brink of apostasy.  Thank God, for rescuing me though, and drawing me back to Him in late 2008.   I finished the original draft of this story in June of 2006 and had edited it a couple of times to make it better.  However, I believe sometime in 2013, I destroyed it altogether.  In June of 2017, after taking a trip to Tennesee, I decided to rewrite it again, mostly from memory, and completed it in the Summer of 2019.    This new version, while still attacking cultish forms of Christianity that either teach false things or turn people off to Christ, does not attack genuine Christians.  If anything it paints them in a very positive light.

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

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

To get his attention, she pretends to sneeze.

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

Anna replies, ‘Aww thanks.’

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

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

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

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

She accepts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grayson then asks her, ‘Do you think I could make you happy?  I definitely think you could make me happy, in my twenty-two years on this earth, I’ve never beheld anyone as beautiful as you!’
   
Anna says that it would be worth a shot.

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

Grayson suggests that she press charges on them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His G-Shock then beeps indicating Four PM.

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

Grayson convinces her to spend time with him instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anna still keeps silent. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grayson takes a coffee break to talk with her.

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

Anna then says God would punish her if she did.

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

Anna says that he definitely does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She replies to him, frantically explaining all that happened.

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

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

Anna agrees.

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

They further discuss their plans via text.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grayson is seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

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

She is suspended from school while the matter is investigated.

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

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

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

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

An APB is also put out on the van.

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

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

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

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

Grayson ends up proposing to her…

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Synopsis and Commentary to “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer”

This is my first blog post since Hurricane Ida.

I want to thank all of my readers for their patience.

First I want to explain the items in the featured image of this post. The well-used Mini Maglite flashlight and Klein Pocket knife were used by my main character, Johnny Joseph Elder when he was employed in the electrical trade. The Streamlight Junior LED flashlight and Leatherman Style PS are what he carries now after being given them as gifts for Christmas.

In the latter parts of 2016, I realized that my first offshoot of my “Grocer and Writer” stories, the love story between a lonely train conductor and aspiring writer was not gaining much traction, and therefore decided to pursue something new.

So it was in February of 2017 that I was inspired to write a new story series, “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer.” I had borrowed some of the themes from my, “Grocer and Writer” stories, but was determined to make it less offensive.

The inspirations for this piece, actually predate my “Grocer and Writer” stories. My then-wife, now ex-wife, and I visited an impoverished couple shortly after we tied the knot and we broke bread with them. Then in September of 2011, I was acquainted with some teenage girls, that were high school seniors who were associated with my now ex-in-laws as they were preparing for Tropical Storm Lee.

There are also people on my mom’s side of the family, whose locations and lifestyles provided me with some inspiration.

So, this piece will be a synopsis and commentary on, “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer.”

In essence, it is a love story between twenty-five/twenty-six-year-old Johnny Joseph Elder and eighteen/nineteen-year-old Annabelle Jenkins.

It is written in first person limited from the perspective of Johnny Joseph Elder.

I have decided to present it in chronological order instead of how it came to me.

Johnny Joseph Elder had a promising career ahead of him as an electrician and was dating a single mother who was twelve years his senior. After a night of wild but bizarre sexual encounters with her, Johnny was distracted on the job while connecting power to an outdoor condenser unit in the New Orleans area, was shocked by the 240 Volt current, thrown from the eight-foot-high platform, and landed back first onto the top bar of a hurricane fence. The impact damaged his lower back, leaving him in debilitating pain. His girlfriend dumped him when she realized he would be permanently disabled. He had just bought a fixer-upper house in the suburb west of New Orleans known as Metairie. His company compensated him well and he was able to seamlessly transition from Workmen’s Compensation to Social Security Disability. He was twenty-three at the time of his injury and had been continuously employed since the age of eighteen. Therefore, he was able to meet his existing financial needs and live somewhat comfortably. So, for the next two years, he spent his days writing on his computer, watching broadcast television, befriending his neighbors as well as the employees at his local grocer, Melinda’s Massive Superstore, and doing whatever work he could on his home, which was an older wood-frame house. The woman he was dating was toned, tanned, and muscular. He grew to deeply resent her and instead prayed that he would meet a young lady who was the complete opposite of her.

Annabelle Jenkins had a very happy early childhood. Her mom Debbie Lou Jenkins and dad Rupert Jenkins had a very happy marriage. Rupert was a Born Again Christian. Sadly, he was killed on the job in an accident, leaving Annabelle and Debbie to collect Social Security Survivor’s Benefits and Welfare. Debbie Lou had become angry and bitter. They moved from a decent ranch-style house in the suburbs (Kenner) into a fictional public housing complex in Metairie. Annabelle extensively romanticized the way things used to be. Debbie Lou subsequently got into a relationship with a single dad, Oliver Hudson, but they didn’t marry because of financial reasons. Oliver spends his days drinking, taking pain pills, and watching sports. While in the Second Grade, Annabelle was talking about age-inappropriate affections, remembering how her parents loved and cherished each other openly and, as a result, sent to the principal’s office. The principal molested her, doing incalculable amounts of mental and physical damage. She gained enough weight to be considered clinically obese and remained that way when she met Johnny Joseph Elder. She also had mood swings and would frequently butt heads with her stepdad, Oliver Hudson, and stepbrother Maurice Hudson. Annabelle was afraid of her mom’s reaction to the principal molesting her, thinking she would get blamed for it, so she kept it to herself. Because of her weight, she is frequently harassed in school. She is very lonely and longs for a young man who would accept her, for her, treat her with kindness, and shower her with affection. She resented men like Oliver and the principal, plus all the jocks who would torment her. She knew good men existed, because her dad was good to her, hence the reason why she set her standards so high.

Fast forward to May of Annabelle’s senior year of high school. She has a part-time job cleaning houses for cash, but Oliver frequently takes her money to buy pills. She is shopping with her mom at Melinda’s and asks her to buy her a phone card to keep her service on and a flash drive so she can write her term paper, which she needs to complete to graduate. Her mom tells her to buy it herself. Annabelle replies her Oliver stole her money to buy pills. They end up in an argument and Debbie Lou abandons Annabelle in the parking lot.

If that weren’t enough Tropical Storm Alidore, there to my knowledge never was a Tropical Cyclone by that name, which I did on purpose, is threatening the Louisiana Coast and specifically the New Orleans Metro. It is also forecast to become a strong Category 1 or weak Category 2 hurricane before making landfall. So, Mrs. Angela Fulton is at Melinda’s purchasing a Weather Radio and walking out with her purchase when she witnesses the whole event between Annabelle and her mom. Angela drives Annabelle to her house. She then calls Johnny Joseph Elder (her next-door neighbor) to come over and set up the new Weather Radio for her.

Johnny promptly crosses over and knocks on her door and Angela lets him in. He and Annabelle briefly exchange a smile, then he goes into Angela’s master bedroom and unboxes then programs the new Weather Radio for Angela. In the process of doing so, he asks her about the beautiful girl in her living room. Angela explains that the girl’s mom abandoned her in the parking lot at Melinda’s. Johnny comments the mother getting charged with child abandonment. Angela explains how the girl is eighteen. She then says how Johnny should go talk to her. Johnny says how he is twenty-five and wouldn’t have anything in common with her. Angela corrects him and says that age is just a number and that her husband was seven years older than her, how they deeply loved each other, and that she misses him to this day. Johnny says how marriages like that are pretty much non-existent. Johnny is very much attracted to Annabelle but is more afraid of rejection. Angela encourages him all the more to talk to Annabelle and agrees to help him out.

After the weather radio is programmed they both come out of the bedroom and Angela introduces Johnny and Annabelle to each other. She then tells Annabelle to explain her situation to Johnny and how she needs to buy a flash drive to type her term paper to graduate and a phone card. Johnny offers to buy one for her at Melinda’s because he has a revolving account there. He goes on to say how he was going there anyway to purchase a Weather Radio from there since a hurricane is coming. Angela interjects how she should accept his offer because he is a good man and couldn’t stop saying how pretty she is. Annabelle asks Johnny if he really does think she is pretty, to which he nods with a bold blush and a wide grin. She asks if he really would buy those things for him and he tells her he would unless she had a boyfriend. She comments that she is fat and that is why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, because no one wants her. Johnny replies how he thinks her weight compliments her appearance. Annabelle smiles and blushes then say how everyone at school harasses her because of her weight. Johnny says how they are cruel but once she graduates none of them will ever matter again. Annabelle says how she won’t graduate if she cannot turn in that paper. Johnny then suggests they go to the store and he will buy it. Annabelle agrees to walk with Johnny to Melinda’s. Angela tells them to have a good time.

As they are walking, Annabelle asks Johnny what he does for a living.

Johnny explains how he is on disability but was an electrician’s helper on his way to becoming an electrician.

He goes on to explain how he injured his back on the job and that being on disability allows him to pursue his main passion-writing.

Annabelle states that she also is a writer.

They begin to discuss wanting to read each others’ work.

Johnny says how he wouldn’t want to show some of the more steamy pieces to a lady like her.

Annabelle says she might like the steamy pieces even more, though.

Johnny asks her if she’s eighteen, to which she replies that she is, then asks Johnny his age to which he says, twenty-five and that he hopes he’s not too old for her because he likes her.

Annabelle says how age is just a number and that she thinks he is cute and sweet, plus he is taking care of her and that a lot of guys she knows are either immature or total jerks but he seems different.

Johnny exclaims that he feels like he is on Cloud Nine, to which Annabelle says she does as well.

They then share a hug as they enter Melinda’s.

Johnny selects a Weather Radio, a flash drive, and a prepaid phone card.

The cashier, Mrs. Sally Smith Williams, checks them out and tells Annabelle how Johnny is a keeper and to treat him right.

Annabelle exclaims how Johnny is indeed a keeper and cute as can be, to which she then smacks his buttocks.

Johnny and Annabelle then sit in the food court and exchange phone numbers, after Annabelle adds the funds to her GoPhone account.

Afterward, they leave Melinda’s Annabelle says how she now needs to type her term paper. Johnny offers her his computer, to which she gladly accepts. 

They walk to his house.

Upon entering, he shows her around, they awkwardly stare at his bed, then smile at each other, blushing. Annabelle says how she will get to work, to which Johnny logs her in. He offers her dinner; some oatmeal because it’s near payday for Johnny, and he is running low on food and cash. Annabelle agrees to stay.

They share a hug, then a kiss, to which Johnny apologizes, but Annabelle says it was sweet of him.

She then begins writing her paper.

Johnny sets up his new Weather Radio and places it on his kitchen gadgets rack. He then watches television and prepares dinner.

Annabelle finishes her paper, then they say grace and eat oatmeal. Afterward, they wash the dishes.

After the dishes are done, they agree to read their stories to each other but are interrupted by Johnny’s Weather Radio and Annabelle’s phone alerting them to a Hurricane Watch in effect.

Johnny offers to walk Annabelle to her mom’s apartment.

Annabelle states that she and Oliver will be on edge.

Johnny offers her his spare bedroom, to which Annabelle gladly accepts and instructs him to walk her to her bus stop in the morning.

They then begin to read to each other, especially the steamy parts, until Annabelle realizes she needs to bathe.

Johnny provides her with fresh towels and soap, and she goes to bathe.

Johnny watches television until she comes out, wrapped in a towel.

Annabelle then says how she will go to bed and asks Johnny to kiss her goodnight.

They exchange a kiss and Annabelle says she wants to do so much more, then goes into the spare bedroom and gets dressed.

Johnny also goes to bed in his bedroom, concluding the first piece.

The next morning, Johnny is woken up to Annabelle’s alarm on her phone.

He retrieves his flashlight which he usually EDCs and puts fresh batteries in it.

Annabelle becomes slightly annoyed because she is in a hurry.

They walk out the door to the bus stop and Annabelle apologizes for rushing him, stating that she is nervous as to what her mother and Oliver’s reaction will be when she walks in the door to get her backpack and a fresh change of clothes.

Johnny states how he wishes there was something he could do, to which Annabelle says to just be there for her.

Johnny assures her that he isn’t going anywhere, except to Melinda’s [Massive] Superstore.

They begin to share hugs and kisses under the glow of a streetlight until an uptight motorist sounds the horn.

Johnny then walks Annabelle up to her mom’s unit, then kisses her goodbye.

He then goes home, retrieves his personal shopping cart then walks to Melinda’s to buy some storm supplies and non-perishable groceries.

Sally checks him out again and says how her husband, Rodney Williams, is terminally ill and on Oxygen and states that she will be evacuating with him as soon as her shift is over.

Johnny offers to pray for them, to which she thanks them.

Johnny takes his loaded shopping cart and sits in the food court as he sips on a blend of coffee, chicory, and hot milk.

When the sun is finally up, Johnny walks home and secures his purchases.

As he is cutting across his front yard, Angela stands by the hurricane fence and asks about how it went with him and Annabelle.

Johnny picks up everything, then goes over to tell her about it.

He notices a local government truck is parked in front of her house and asks her about it.

She replies that her son, Roger Fulton, is there.

He comes out, introduces himself, and explains that he is a fleet mechanic for the fire departments.

Angela says how Johnny looks out for her and helps her out a lot.

She then asks Johnny how it went with him and Annabelle, to which Johnny says he is glad she set them up.

Roger shouts from outside that he is going to hook up the generator.

Johnny says how he has to board up his windows.

Angela says to have Roger help him, so his back doesn’t get further messed up and that he needs to be able to be a lover to Annabelle.

She goes on to say that Roger will especially help him if he can properly wire the generator.

Roger has the mechanical aspect of the generator figured out but is clueless as to the wiring.

Johnny explains how he was an electrician’s helper for five years and would have become a fine electrician had he not injured his back.

He then goes on to properly wire the generator albeit with terrible back pain as a result.

The generator is proven to work, then, Angela requests Roger to assist Johnny in boarding up his windows as well as hers, to which he agrees. After the tasks are complete, Roger heads to work and Johnny presents him with a high-quality ratchet and socket set that he no longer needs.

Johnny then prepares all of his appliances and electronics for the storm, then once finished he walks to the park and writes in a composition book. Annabelle is the source of his inspiration. He writes until she calls him and has him meet her at the bus stop. She says how she turned in her term paper and the deadline was extended because of the storm, but she is getting extra credit for turning it in early.

He meets her, then they exchange a kiss. She goes inside and packs her bags, then twelve minutes later she comes out.

Johnny attempts to carry her bags but collapses on the sidewalk.

Annabelle apologizes saying how she didn’t realize how badly damaged his back was and that she will carry the bags.

Johnny says how he is afraid she will leave him now that she knows.

Annabelle replies that even though his back is messed up, he has a good heart.

Johnny gets back up and Annabelle hugs and kisses him. Another uptight motorist sounds the car horn, to which Annabelle gives the “Metry Salute” (her middle finger.)

Hand in hand they walk to Johnny’s house.

Johnny shows Annabelle the storm supplies and groceries he purchased then hands Annabelle a personal-sized flashlight to keep in her purse.

She asks him to read to her, which he does until they are alerted via phone and Weather Radio of a Hurricane Warning now in effect.

Annabelle becomes nervous and tears fill her eyes.

Johnny tries his best to comfort her and promises to take care of her.

He then takes a sealed bag of frozen white beans from his freezer and warms them up.

As the beans are getting hot, they share kiss after kiss.

Then dinner is ready and Johnny pours pancake syrup on the white beans and they say grace and eat.

Afterward, they wash the dishes then go watch Breaking Dawns Parts 1 and 2 on DVD, then fall asleep in each others’ arms, thus concluding the second piece.

Annabelle and Johnny wake up to howling winds and driving rain as the feeder bands are passing through.

Johnny makes them an egg omelet for breakfast.

After they are finished eating, Annabelle begins to wash the dishes, until there is a flash of lightning.

Nervously, Johnny commands Annabelle to get away from the sink.

She questions him with irritation but he explains, that the lightning can hit her through the pipes and they will worry about the dishes later.

Johnny then listens to the radio and the reporters paint a grim picture.

He then apologizes for yelling at Annabelle, to which she rubs his chest hair and kisses him, accepting his apology, and then says that Oliver makes her do dishes no matter what the weather.

Annabelle then asks Johnny to change the radio to a music station because she wants to dance with him.

They find a music station and dance until they are sleepy from the physical activity and breakfast.

Annabelle cradles Johnny in her lap and they fall asleep.

Hours pass until they are woken up by even more howling winds and whipping rains and Annabelle needs to answer nature’s call.

As she attempts to turn on the bathroom light, she realizes there is no power. Johnny reminds her there is a flashlight in her purse.

Annabelle walks to the bathroom with her purse and shuts the door behind her.

In time Annabelle steps out, then Johnny goes to relieve himself as well.

After Johnny steps out, Annabelle rushes up to him stating that she is scared.

Johnny promises that he will try his best to comfort her, then suggests that they hunker down.

Annabelle says how usually she enjoys hurricanes because of all the junk food, then she says ‘look how fat I am.’

Johnny tells her that he thinks she is beautiful, body and soul.

Annabelle says there must be something wrong with him.

Johnny admits that he thinks he is a perv because he likes big beautiful women.

Annabelle grabs him and says that he is her perv.

They exchange kisses until her glasses fog up.

Annabelle then asks if they could cuddle in his bed.

He agrees.

After a moment of cuddling and increasing affections, Annabelle comments that she could so make love to Johnny.

Johnny replies that he would want her to.

She then asks if he was sure, then reveals what happened to her in the principal’s office.

Johnny then reveals what happened with his ex-girlfriend.

Annabelle then promises that if they do make love, she won’t throw him away as his ex did.

They then become intimate both climaxing as the eyewall passes over them.

The storm settles down, so they get dressed, step out and Johnny observes all the damage.

Angela also steps out of her house and greets them.

Johnny is nervous wondering if his house will stand the storm.

Angela says how her house stood all the previous storms and so did his and that the only damage is blown off siding and shingles and those are small potatoes. She goes on to say how he should take advantage of being alone with Annabelle.

Annabelle replies how they already have and it was wonderful.

Angela tells them to do it some more because there are a plethora of health benefits associated with coitus.

The storm starts picking up again and Angela tells them to go love each other.

Johnny and Annabelle agree and make love until they are too tired to move, falling asleep in each others’ arms until morning, thus concluding the third piece.

I must add that, while I would have written a story involving fornication in 2017, I definitely would not write something like that in 2022. I have since grown in The Lord and was heavily convicted for writing this and similar stories. I still think this series of stories communicate some ideas that I tremendously value, hence my reason for sharing.

There is an interlude that takes place, then it is the Fourth Wednesday of May and payday for Johnny Joseph Elder. 

During the interlude, Annabelle graduates and moves in full-time with Johnny.

Johnny gets dressed and collects his EDC items after checking his bank account and confirming that his SSDI check was deposited. He then listens to the forecast on his Weather Radio, which tells of high heat and high humidity with a significant chance of thunderstorms in the afternoon (which is typical for Louisiana in the late spring and summer.)

He knows that he needs to run his monthly errands and get home before the thunderstorms are due.

Annabelle is slowly waking up and he asks her if she wants to come run errands with her.

She agrees and gets dressed.

They leave the house on foot and walk to the transit terminal. Johnny renews his transit pass and also purchases one for Annabelle. 

They then board the bus and go to the bank.

After waiting in line for several minutes, they see a teller. Johnny pays his mortgage and takes the paperwork.

He and Annabelle then walk half of a mile to Melinda’s, to which Annabelle comments how she needs to lose weight.

Johnny replies for her not to lose too much weight because he thinks she is sexy just as she is. He then tells her that he would want her whether she was big as a house or tiny as a toothpick.

Annabelle blushes then they begin to exchange hugs and kisses publicly with hands in each other’s back pockets.

Several uptight motorists sound their horns at them as they make their way to Melinda’s on foot.

Finally, they arrive, out of breath.

They walk to the customer service desk where Johnny pays off his credit line in addition to his utilities.

After they are done, he and Annabelle go shopping, and he purchases Annabelle two romance novels and himself a multi-tool and a phone card.

They are once again checked out by Sally Smith Williams and she asks how did they fare for Alidore.

Johnny replies how there are just shingles and siding blown off, but the storm brought him and Annabelle closer together.

Annabelle then winks and she rubs her nose against Johnny.

Sally then said how she drove her husband two hundred miles inland and they stayed at a church.

Johnny said how he thanked God they excused her absence and that he wouldn’t shop at Melinda’s if he found out that they were cruel to the workers.

Sally replies not to worry and how they are like one big family.

Johnny pays for his items with his debit card and is approved.

He and Annabelle then go to the deli and order a fried chicken meal which they eat in the food court.

After they are finished eating, Johnny applies the phone card funds to his Go Phone account, then begins playing with his new multi-tool.

Annabelle giggles and comments that he is cute.

Johnny blushes slightly.

They refill their drinks and then walk back to their house.

They sit on the sofa and Annabelle reads from the books he bought her.

Johnny logs onto his computer and pays his wireless internet bill.

He then does a little research on his computer, until he gets a tap on the shoulder.

He looks away from the computer screen to see Annabelle standing in her undergarments.

Assertively she says, ‘you…me…the bed, right now Johnny Joseph Elder!’ As she kisses him with excitement.

Johnny replies, oh bae, your wish is my command!

She then pulls off his clothing and he removes her undergarments.

They become intimate as a thunderstorm unleashes its power.

After making love they eat a meal of boiled hot-dogs and canned chili, thus concluding the fourth piece.

There is then approximately a six-month interlude between this previous piece and Thanksgiving. It entails Johnny getting his house fixed, including a personal loan to cover what his insurance did not. Of course, he and Annabelle fall deeper in love during this time and their relationship grows more serious, as you, the reader, will see.

Johnny and Annabelle are slowly waking up on the morning of Thanksgiving.

The gas-powered floor furnace is on full blast despite it only being late November in Southeast, Louisiana.

Both step out of bed and Johnny throws his arms around Annabelle and rubs her buttocks.

She beams brightly and giggles then comments on how she almost wishes that they didn’t have to go to dinner so they could instead spend the day making love.

Johnny replies how he feels bliss when they make love, but they are at least getting a free meal.

Annabelle then says how it is free monetarily but they pay in other ways, to which Johnny says how they can just leave.

Johnny goes on to say that if they make her feel uncomfortable and distressed, how he will leave with her and he doesn’t care what they think.

Annabelle says how he is making her want to stay home even more.

Johnny said that if he didn’t have to cover that deductible, then he would have money for his own Thanksgiving meal.

Annabelle says that he is responsible and wise with his finances, unlike her mom or Oliver.

She then goes to relieve her bladder.

Johnny enters the bathroom after he hears the toilet flush, then they make love while showering together.

After they are clean, Johnny turns on the gas valve to his bathroom heater and strikes a match as they lovingly dry each other off.

Annabelle helps Johnny get dressed, then she dresses in front of him.

Johnny comments how Annabelle’s outfit drives him wild.

Annabelle replies how she loves him because he adores her including her weight. She goes on to say that she also loves him because he has a heart of gold, he takes care of her, and he’s level-headed and cute. She asks what made him fall in love with her.

Johnny states that it’s the fact that she still wanted him despite his disability and that she is still very sweet despite all those bad things happening to her and the fact that she takes care of him as well in her own way and he went on to say that since he first laid eyes on her he thought she was the most beautiful girl ever.

Annabelle then says how she guesses that they do have a lot to be thankful for no matter where they celebrate Thanksgiving.

Johnny announces that it is an hour until she is expected at her mother’s.

Annabelle suggests they go visit Angela.

They then cross over and she greets them but says how her son is coming over in about an hour to take her to his house for dinner.

She then asks Johnny to check and see why her Weather Radio isn’t charging.

He figures out that the fuse for her bedroom receptacles blew.

She comments how that must be why her portable space heater doesn’t work either.

He installs a new fuse and offers to run a dedicated line for her space heater tomorrow when the stores are open.

Angela says how she will pay him so they can go shopping for Black Friday.

She then goes to her kitchen and calls her son to see where he’s at.

After hanging up the phone, she says how Roger is only a few blocks away.

Minutes later, he arrives and Angela tells him how she needs him to take Johnny to the supply house so he can run an electric line for her heater.

He agrees and states that he’s glad Johnny watches out for his momma.

He then takes Angela to his house.

In the bleak biting cold, Johnny and Annabelle walk to her mom and stepdad’s apartment.

Oliver lets them in.

Debbie Lou states how they have takeout from KFC, and Annabelle angrily whispers to Johnny how they were too lazy to cook anything.

Debbie Lou asks Oliver when he wants to eat, to which he gruffly replies halftime.

Annabelle asks how long until then.

Oliver says how there are two minutes left on the clock but in real-time it could be five to seven minutes and that she will live and she’s not exactly starving.

Johnny whispers for Annabelle to ignore him and that she’s beautiful.

Annabelle places her face in Johnny’s chest then looks up at him and says thank you.

They begin to hold hands and exchange kisses. Johnny even kisses Annabelle’s stomach.

They both exchange those three little words, then go sit on the sofa and engage in even more affections, until Oliver bellows for them to cut it out.

Annabelle says how he’s not her dad, no not even close.

Oliver reminds them that it’s his apartment and it disgusts him to see them pawing at each other like randy cats.

Debbie Lou interjects and asks that they all eat.

Annabelle agrees and says that she is hungry.

Oliver remarks that she is always hungry.

Annabelle comments that he probably weighs as much as her.

Oliver then replies that he is a man and men can bet fat but fat women and fat girls, like her, are disgusting.

Johnny is now angry and tells Oliver that Annabelle is not disgusting by any means and that she is the most beautiful young lady he ever laid eyes upon, weight included.

Oliver calls Johnny a chubby chaser and that he stays with her because his back is messed up and no one else wants him.

Johnny said how he’s glad no one else wants him because that means there’s no temptation.

Annabelle tells Johnny that he’s so sweet and sexy as hell. She then calls Oliver a douche bag.

Oliver threatens to kick them out.

Debbie Lou asks Annabelle why is she disrespecting Oliver.

Annabelle replies that he called her fat.

Debbie Lou then says that she told Annabelle how she needed to lose weight for years.

Annabelle goes on to say the reason why she is obese. And that her grade school principal molested her in his office. She went on to say how she was talking about her daddy who recently died and about all the affection he showed both of them the teacher thought it was inappropriate so she was sent to the office where the principal molested her. She went on to say how she never told her because she was afraid of being whipped.

Oliver said that if he would have known, he would have flattened the principal like a bug.

Annabelle said how he harassed her about her weight more than anyone else.

Oliver apologized and said how she’s the closest to a daughter he ever had and even though they never got along, he wouldn’t have ever wanted her to be molested.

Debbie Lou stated that her appetite is ruined but they need to report this.

Annabelle said how the principal is now out of the country, having his way with countless other little girls.

Oliver wants to know how can he make amends.

Annabelle tells him to be more understanding in the future and not to say those horrible things he says about heavyset women and girls, to take care of her mom, and to stop taking those pills.

Oliver promised to seek treatment for his addiction and that he was a star football player in high school and college but an injury ended his career. The pain from his injury became unbearable and that is how he got hooked on pain pills.

Annabelle then asks if they can eat to which Debbie Lou serves the food.

Silently they eat dinner, thus concluding the piece.

The next day Johnny is up early and is making breakfast in bed for Annabelle.

He listens to his Weather Radio and learns about cloud cover all day with high in the upper forties and an eighty percent chance of showers and thunderstorms after dark.

He then serves Annabelle breakfast.

She is woken up by the dishes rattling, softly rubs her eyes, and puts her glasses on.

They eat together in bed.

Annabelle asks if they could cuddle until it’s time to go.

Johnny replies how he couldn’t think of a better way to spend the morning.

Annabelle wraps her arms and legs around Johnny and Johnny kisses her stomach, then says how she is the sexiest lady he’s ever seen.

The passion increases but is interrupted when Roger knocks at the door.

They exchange those three little words, then Johnny leaves.

Roger drives Johnny to the supply house and they order all the parts they need.

When the order is filled, they drive to Angela’s and Johnny installs the electric line for her portable heater.

The room is now very warm.

Angela sees the conduit and thinks Johnny laid a gas line.

Johnny shows Angela how it is an electric line but only for her heater.

He also lectures her not to put anything within three feet of that heater.

Angela then pays Johnny $200 and instructs him to go Christmas shopping.

Johnny places the bills in his wallet and walks home. Annabelle is dressed and ready to go shopping, thus concluding Black Friday Part 1.

Johnny and Annabelle then walk to the bus stop and take a bus to the shopping center.

Upon arrival, Johnny walks to the supply house and purchases a high-end screwdriver set for Roger. He and Annabelle then go to the adjacent Wal*Mart and that she will purchase the gifts for the females and he will purchase the gifts for the males, and they split up.

Johnny buys a Hyper Tough tool-set for Maurice, two sports almanacs one for his dad and one for Oliver, and a Bluetooth headset for his brother.

He and Annabelle later meet up in the food court and began their public displays of affection until reprimanded by a policewoman working on security detail.

Johnny tells her that he will purchase that at Melinda’s later in the evening after they pick up the other gifts.

They then take their purchases to the bus stop and ride back to their stop. As they are riding Annabelle shows Johnny the gifts she purchased, body wash and an Oldies CD for Angela, a Snuggie for Johnny’s sister, and “Law and Order” DVDs for Johnny’s mom and that is everything except a bottle of cherry wine for her mom. Johnny tells Annabelle that he will purchase the wine later in the evening at Melinda’s and offers Annabelle to go eat some turkey sausage gumbo sold in the deli. She gladly accepts, stating that she is hungry. The bus soon arrives at their stop, then takes them to their home stop. Johnny and Annabelle walk home and put away the gifts.

Promptly, they walk to Melinda’s and purchase the wine.

Sally cards Johnny, then checks him out, trying to keep a straight face.

They then walk to the deli and each purchase some gumbo and drinks, say grace then happily eat.

When finished their meal, they walk home. On the way, Annabelle asks if they should pick up where they left off this morning, to which Johnny replies, bae you wish is my command.

They then rush home and passionately become intimate, thus concluding Black Friday Part 2.

At some point, Johnny purchased train tickets for himself and Annabelle to take the train on Christmas Day to see his family.

There is then a three-to-four-week interlude, but then the next piece takes place on Christmas Eve Morning, with Johnny and Annabelle getting out of bed and lovingly exchanging affections, which ultimately leads to Johnny performing cunnilingus on Annabelle and then making love to her afterward.

Subsequently, they exchange gifts.

Johnny then gives Annabelle a promise ring, stating that he promises to be hers and hers only and that he wants no one else and that he hopes she feels the same way.

Annabelle says how the ring is beautiful and that indeed feels the same way, then gives Johnny a smartphone and explains that he is about to be twenty-six and therefore needs to upgrade from his rugged flip phone.

Johnny says how he is glad that he doesn’t have to be tied to his computer anymore for internet access and that he can combine his phone plan with a data plan and save money each month.

They exchange those three little words, then Johnny says how he wishes he bought Annabelle and an engagement ring instead but didn’t want to scare her. Annabelle says how it wouldn’t have scared her but would have been a dream come true.

Johnny offers to buy her an engagement ring once the deductible loan is paid off, to which Annabelle says for Johnny to give her his time, loyalty, and affections. To which he assures her that she has those forever.

After the lovemaking they are hungry and Johnny makes them some French Toast AKA Lost Bread.

They then get dressed together, then go bring Angela her gifts.

It is sunny and mild outside.

A moment later they arrive and Angela welcomes them in.

They hand her the Oldies CD and some body wash.

Angela gives Johnny as TSA compliant Leatherman Multi-Tool and Annabelle a $40 Target Gift Card.

She then gives them some Christmas punch which is spiked.

Johnny and Annabelle dance together to the music of the Oldies CD, then they all watch a Christmas movie together.

After the movie is over, Johnny and Annabelle walk to her mother’s apartment and they exchange gifts.

Johnny and Annabelle each get a $100 gift card to Melinda’s.

Maurice then watches gamers on YouTube, Oliver reads his sports almanac and Debbie Lou gradually gets drunk on the wine.

Johnny and Annabelle snuggle on the sofa until everyone goes to bed, then they walk home and fall asleep in each others’ arms, thus concluding the Christmas Eve piece.

Johnny and Annabelle wake up slowly in each other’s arms. It’s seven-thirty on Christmas Morning.

They exchange several kisses, then Annabelle relieves her bladder in the bathroom.

After she flushes and steps out, she tells Johnny that if she didn’t have to meet his family, she would want to spend the day making love to him.

Johnny states that he hopes her family accepts him and that he’s worried they will have the wrong assumptions because of their age difference.

Annabelle reassures him that she isn’t worried about that and she loves him for him and he just happens to be seven years her senior.

They mutually agree that they cannot picture themselves with anyone else.

Annabelle then pushes Johnny onto the bed and begins to sit on his face, when her phone rings.

It’s Maurice calling asking if she is ready to which she says she will be in ten minutes.

They then get dressed together with their bags already packed.

Johnny then turns off all the lights in addition to his floor furnace. Annabelle gets the gifts, then they deadbolt the door.

The weather is bleak, humid, and cold.

Maurice pulls up in his pickup truck.

They place the gifts in the truck bed.

Johnny opens the door for Annabelle and peeks under her dress, then climbs in.

Maurice drives them to the train station and asks Johnny what did he do before he went on disability.

Johnny explains that he was an electrician’s helper, but ruined his back on the job.

Annabelle then chimes in how Johnny would have made an awesome electrician, but he is very good at laying pipe.

Johnny corrects her and says that to an electrician it is known as conduit, not pipe.

Annabelle then says that whatever he calls it, it’s amazing.

Maurice comments TMI but admits he wishes he could find a relationship like that.

Then Johnny said that for Maurice to make himself more desirable Johnny could teach him how to be a handyman.

Then Maurice says he could teach Johnny how to fix computers.

Annabelle then says how they could both teach him how to write.

Maurice then says how they all need to get together soon as they arrive at the train station.

Johnny and Annabelle retrieve their gifts and bags, then wish Maurice a Merry Christmas. Annabelle then says how she will call him to pick them up when the train returns tomorrow evening.

Johnny and Annabelle wait until they hear their announcement that their train is ready, then board. After being seated, Johnny calls his mom and lets her know that he is on his way and that his girlfriend is with him.

The train begins to head west, thus concluding Christmas Day Part 1.

Annabelle falls asleep on Johnny until the train begins to cross the Huey Pierce Long Bridge.

Johnny wakes her up so she can enjoy the view.

I, myself, make an appearance in the story as I am also a passenger on that train and I am listening on a portable scanner radio.

I stare at Johnny and Annabelle for a moment then apologize to them, and explain how it’s always amazing when I see people in real life who resemble characters in the stories I write.

They say how they are writers as well.

Annabelle then asks what am I listening to.

I explain that it is a scanner and I am listening to the train crew’s communications but also marine communications on the Mississippi River.

Johnny tells me how he always wanted one, but could never afford it.

I tell him he can get one for cheap on eBay, assuming he just wants to listen to railroad and marine.

Johnny says how he lives near a railroad yard (KCS West Yard) and is a few blocks from The River.

I then say how I don’t like to turn my scanner on in front of ladies, because of the language some of those marine workers use over the radio.

Annabelle says how Johnny doesn’t curse in front of her either.

I then ask what they do for a living.

Johnny explains his disability and Annabelle says how she cleans houses for cash but how she wants to become a security guard at Melinda’s.

Johnny adds in how she could practice her defensive tactics on him and it would be a turn-on if she wrestled him down and sat on him.

Annabelle blushes and says how Johnny is such a perv but it is sexy as hell.

I tell them that they are a cute couple and they thank me.

I then ask where are they getting off and Johnny replies the very next one. I tell them how I am headed out west to meet up with other bloggers.

Annabelle asks if I can hear the workers at Melinda’s on my scanner, to which I tell her that I can.

She then tells Johnny that she could buy him a scanner for his birthday.

I tell her how I can only hear them when I am near the store.

Johnny replies that they’re only a block from Melinda’s.

I tell him then they could listen to all they want.

I then start reading on my phone.

Annabelle falls asleep on Johnny’s shoulder.

Johnny looks outside seeing ponds homes and forests.

Finally, an announcement is made that the next stop will be in ten minutes.

Johnny calls his mom and states his location to which she replies that they are on their way now.

I then tell Johnny and Annabelle that it was a privilege talking to them because they are so much like the characters I create and how I hope I can find love that is like the love expressed in the stories I write about.

Annabelle tells me not to give up and to keep writing and one day a young lady will come along and realize that she is the one for me.

Johnny gives me his email address and suggests that we exchange each other’s work.

I then program it into my phone and send him the link to my blog via email.

Annabelle says how she and Johnny will read it together.

The train comes to a stop with Johnny and Annabelle disembarking.

Johnny’s parents are waiting in their CUV.

Johnny and Annabelle load the bags and presents into the hatch, then Johnny opens the door for Annabelle and they ride to Johnny’s parents’ house, thus concluding Christmas Day 

Part 2.

Johnny’s mom asks Annabelle what are her intentions with her son.

Annabelle replies that she loves him a lot and he loves her.

Johnny’s mom asks whether or not she will leave him suddenly as the last one did.

Annabelle confidently states that Johnny has her for good.

Johnny’s dad asks how they met.

Annabelle said that Johnny’s neighbor set them up and she is so thankful that she did.

Johnny’s dad asks Annabelle if she works anywhere to which she replies that she cleans houses for cash but is trying to get hired on as a security guard at Melinda’s. He then asks if he thinks she could handle a dangerous customer. Annabelle says how she could sit on him or her until the cops arrive. Johnny then adds in how he will let her practice on him so she can get good at it. Johnny’s mother tells him to watch it. She goes on to say how she thought his back was ruined or was he just making it up.

Johnny and Annabelle silently exchange those three little words.

Johnny’s dad then asks her if she is going to school anywhere. She says she is done with school for good and that she graduated high school this past May. Johnny’s mother asks why she doesn’t further her education. Annabelle states how she is sick of being mistreated because of her weight but Johnny is the only man that ever made her feel beautiful and that is one of the reasons why she fell in love with him but it’s definitely not the only one.

Johnny adds in how Annabelle makes him happier than he ever dared hope or dream and just about everyone around him can see it and how his ex ghosted him once she found out he would be disabled but Annabelle is right there by his side and so much 

more beautiful inside and out.

Annabelle then says how she wants Johnny for his heart and his looks as well.

Johnny’s mom comments that Johnny is settling because Annabelle doesn’t mind him living off the government.

Johnny states how he was settling when he was with his ex and how Annabelle exceeds his standards and to him is wife material.

Johnny’s mother then turns around, looks at them, and sternly says how she wants them to be contributing members of society and not two lazy moochers who make babies they cannot feed.

Annabelle comments how she does indeed work and Johnny adds in how the income he gets is drawn from what he paid into the system when he worked.

Johnny’s dad says how they’re almost home and suggests letting it be peaceful.

Johnny’s mom says how they’ll discuss it later but she is very upset.

They then pull into the driveway.

Annabelle and Johnny step out of the vehicle and share a kiss.

They go inside and sit on the sofa.

Johnny apologizes to Annabelle about his mother.

Annabelle replies that her mother and his mother should go jogging together.

Johnny says how he hopes Annabelle still wants him.

Annabelle says more than ever that she felt so special when he told his mother how she exceeds his standards and is indeed wife material. And how when they get home she will practice her security guard tactics on him and see where it leads, then showers Johnny with kisses.

They then exchange those three words yet again.

Johnny’s siblings and their significant others arrive.

They all exchange gifts and Johnny introduces Annabelle to them.

They talk amongst themselves while the parents finish up the Christmas Dinner.

As Johnny’s dad is taking the ham out of the oven, he notices the heating element is on fire and panics.

Johnny cuts off the breaker to the oven, then takes a wet bath towel and puts out the fire.

He then uses the screwdriver element on his multi-tool and removes the damaged heating element.

Annabelle whispers to Johnny that he is so sexy when he fixes stuff.

Johnny suffers from multiple shooting pains in his back as he performs the task.

His mom offers him some Excedrin.

Johnny says he has to let the pain run its course and that he hopes she realizes that he isn’t making it up.

His mom says how she wishes he could make more money and not live off the government.

Annabelle interjects that money cannot buy happiness.

Johnny adds in how there are plenty of people with good-paying jobs, nice houses, and multiple vehicles yet they are still absolutely miserable.

His back pain then eases up and he finishes removing the broken element.

He then writes down the model and make of the oven and instructs his dad to take it to a supply house.

Johnny’s dad states how he will pay for Johnny and Annabelle’s train tickets back home since he will fix the oven.

Johnny’s parents each give their children and the partners a $100 check then they all watch television.

Hours, later, Johnny’s siblings and their partners leave.

Even more hours later, they all go to bed and Johnny’s mom instructs that he and Annabelle sleep in separate bedrooms.

Johnny says how the others are allowed to sleep in the same bed at her house, though.

His mom says that the others work and he doesn’t.

Johnny says he would if he could.

His mom says for him to get a job that doesn’t affect his back instead of living off the government.

Johnny says that he would then be at the mercy of employer-sponsored health insurance.

His mom says how that’s life and to get over it.

Johnny points out to his mother that she is angry that there are people who don’t achieve as much as she does yet they are still happier than her, including himself and Annabelle.

His mom rebuffs that those on disability have it way too easy and that she has to bust her butt so where’s her happiness.

Johnny further points out how perceived prosperity is not the key to happiness and that even the working poor have it worse than her, yet many of them are still happier than her. He then went on to say how when he was younger she told him that money makes a person comfortable not happy.

His mom states how she was more idealistic then but now deals in reality. She also says how if they want to make babies and with her tax dollars supporting them then she cannot stop them but she won’t let it happen in her house.

Annabelle soberly tells her that they wouldn’t have coitus in her house because she wouldn’t disrespect her like that but she would like Johnny to keep her warm because it is cold.

Johnny’s mom still refuses them.

Johnny and Annabelle attempt to share a good night kiss but his mom stops them.

They then go to separate bedrooms and text each other all night long, thus concluding Christmas Day Part 3.

There is another month and a half interlude and then the Pilot piece occurs.

That was the first piece I wrote and it takes place in February. I never covered the events of Johnny replacing the oven’s heating element, the train ride back home, or Johnny’s twenty-sixth birthday, all of which occur during this interlude.

Johnny introduces himself, his girlfriend, and his entire living situation to the reader.

The piece continues with Annabelle stepping out of the bathroom and saying, bae, let’s go make groceries, which is NOLASpeek for grocery shopping.

Johnny struggles to get his jacket and shoes on, then they walk out the door.

They walk the block to Melinda’s, then enter.

After walking the store for a bit, Johnny asks Annabelle what she would like for dinner.

She replies with homemade fried potatoes.

Johnny says, say no more, then selects a large bag of Russet potatoes, a gallon jug of Wesson cooking oil, and a canister to Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning.

They then ask an associate on skates to show them where the Remoulade sauce is located, which is a clear reference to my “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Finally, they select a two-liter bottle of R. C. Cola and some Moon Pies for dessert.

Annabelle reminds Johnny that she is going to gain even more weight, to which Johnny says he thinks she is sexy as hell and feels ecstatic holding her at night.

They begin exchanging their public displays of affection, then check out.

Sally comments how they always make such a cute couple.

Johnny thanks her and then says how they usually get harassed for showing PDA.

Sally says how the world needs more love and less hate and how anyone who harasses them is either jealous, uptight, or both.

Johnny charges the items to his revolving account, then they walk out with the items in his personal folding shopping cart.

They go home and become intimate, until the hunger pangs set in.

Johnny then prepares dinner and they eat.

Afterward, they watch some old DVDs, until Annabelle suggests that they go write.

They create romantic fantasies together until they are too sleepy to keep their eyes open.

They go to bed and hold each other all night long in a peaceful slumber, thus concluding the Pilot piece.

There is then a three-month interlude, in which Johnny comes out of his backsliding, pays off his deductible loan, and purchases an engagement ring for Annabelle.

He is walking home with the ring on a late afternoon, in May, the first anniversary of them being a couple.

Annabelle greets him, then he walks her to the park, saying he has a surprise for her.

She puts on her shoes and then heads to the park with him.

Johnny tells her that he is blessed to have her in his life and he wants her to know that for sure.

Annabelle says how that’s so sweet.

Johnny then says he wants her by his side for the rest of his life, to which Annabelle agrees.

They enter the park and Johnny says now for your surprise.

He gets on one knee pulls out the ring and proposes to her.

Annabelle covers her mouth and her eyes fill with tears and she happily says yes.

Johnny places the ring on her finger and they share a passionate kiss.

Johnny points out that today makes one year that they are together.

Annabelle states that she hopes for many more.

Everyone in the park cheers and claps, another reference to my “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Johnny then tells Annabelle that he has been a Child of God since the age of seventeen but had backslidden for years but now he is running back to God and knows in order to please Him they must marry.

Annabelle says that she wants to be a Child of God as well and what must she do.

Johnny suggests they go home and he will gladly explain all of it, thus concluding the piece.

Johnny and Annabelle walk home and then go sit on the sofa.

Annabelle says how her daddy always claimed he was a child of God and therefore will go to Heaven when he dies and she wants to be a child of God too.

Johnny replies that he will do his best to explain it and he wants her to be a child of God, more than anything else.

Johnny gently states that we are all sinners and deserve to go to a sinner’s hell.

He continues by saying that God does not want that to happen though, because He loves us immensely, but 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. Someone paid that price for us 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.

Johnny finally tells Annabelle that she must first off acknowledge that she is a sinner deserving of hell. Then she must realize that Jesus Christ loves her and took her punishment, but she has to be willing to invite Him into her life and let Him rule her life and accept Him as The Lord of her life and the Savior of her soul. And believe that His payment is sufficient.

Annabelle asks how to do that.

Johnny then tells her to talk to Him sincerely but to please do it as soon as possible because this is the most important thing she will ever do. 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 closed her eyes and bowed her head reverently.

Tears began to flow from her eyes and a smile came to her face.

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

Johnny explained how That was the Holy Ghost convicting her of sin and how he has felt guilty about it too, just he loves her so much and never wanted to lose her, so that is why he slept with her.

Annabelle admits that If she would have known exactly how wrong having sex with him was, she wouldn’t have done it, but what is done is done and she is glad they’re getting married now because she strongly feels the need to. And that because he’s so sweet to her, he would have never lost her.”

Johnny explains how they need to find a church to start going to and they need to marry as soon as possible.

Annabelle asks Johnny if he would be offended if she slept in his extra bedroom until they are married.

Johnny says that if she feels that is what God is telling her, then listen to Him by all means.

Annabelle tells Johnny that she loves him so much and thanks to him for being so understanding.

Johnny tells Annabelle that he loves her too and he is immensely joyous that she is saved and that he’s been wanting her to be saved ever since he met her, but he, himself, had been in a horrendously backslidden state.

Excitedly, Annabelle says that she will see her daddy again when she dies and that she was angry at God for years for taking him away from her, but now she knows that God has him safe and sound and she thanks Him for that.

Johnny then prepares them some white beans, thus concluding the series…

I had finished work on the series at some point in 2020.

I know there are some loose ends and I apologize for that, but I did pour my heart into this story series. Furthermore, the loose ends are probably since my writing of it spanned a period of a failing marriage, a divorce, a new blossoming and promising romance, and then sadly a breakup.

I hope this has been an entertaining and informative synopsis and thank you for taking the time to read it.

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I am a Self-Taught Computer Technician

I’ve mentioned it before, but in case you, the reader, didn’t already know, I am a self taught computer technician.

I taught myself how to fix computers initially out of necessity, but now soup up old computers as a hobby.

My fascination with computers can be traced back to the late 1980s when I was a toddler.

The first time I ever saw a computer was either in late 1988 or some time in 1989 when I was shopping with my parents at the Sears in Southland Mall (which is located in Bayou Cane/Houma, Louisiana.)

It wasn’t until I was seven years old that I had found out that there was such a thing as home computers.

Some of my classmates had them, but my family didn’t.

We briefly had a home computer in the Summer of 1998 but didn’t permanently have one until the Summer of 2000.

The model my parents purchased as a family computer, looking back was pretty pathetic, even for the late 1990s and early 2000s.

I don’t remember the exact model number, but it was a Gateway Essential

The specs were:
15 GB Hard Drive (later upgraded to 20 GB.)
64 MB of Ram (later upgraded to 192 MB.)
566 MHz Intel Celeron Processor.
DVD ROM Drive (a CD-RW drive was later added.)
56K Dial-Up PCI Slot Modem (an Ethernet card was later added.)
Only 2 USB Ports
PS/2 Keyboard and Mouse Ports
AND
If I remember correctly the graphics (VGA 600X800 at best), sound and game adapter cards were all part of the mother board.
And if those specs were not cruddy enough, it ran Windows 98 Second Edition.

We made due with this computer from July of 2000 until some time in 2008.

Let me say that I didn’t have a car until the Summer of 2006, and was basically home unless at a school function, so my social life, my reading, my writing, my entertainment and my research were all done on this computer. I used it probably more than any other family member.

We didn’t have adequate virus protection and starting in 2003, began subscribing to cable broadband Internet so, this machine was frequently crashing.

When it did, I would fix it. My parents are fiscally conservative, especially when it comes to technology, if you haven’t figured that out already.

They are also pretty ignorant with technology, so I took it upon myself to fix it.

At first, it was with Gateway Technical Support over the phone, where they would walk me through reformatting the computer.

After doing it enough times, I was able to do it without help from tech support.

This was the beginning of me becoming a self-taught computer technician. I mean my source of many good things in my life was dependent on it.

So it is quite possible that had my parents owned a better computer, I may not have needed to teach myself how to fix computers.

I had known about Linux since 2001, while reading about it in a computer magazine in my school library.

I didn’t actually try it until 2005 when a friend gave me a live boot-able copy of Ham Shack Linux, which I would run on that said machine.

The ease and efficiency of Linux definitely caught my interest back then.

There was no need for hardware drivers everything was plug and play.

There was also no need for virus protection!

This also began my hate relationship with Windows that continues to this very day!

In December of 2005 I had purchased a gently used, but ten year old IBM Think Pad 365E, mostly for writing my stories but also for playing old games. I modified it to run MS-DOS 6.22. Had I known about FreeDOS, I would have loaded it on there.

From the help of a computer professor over the phone, I learned how to make partitions and modify boot sequences in the BIOS memory. This was in March of 2006 or so.

I had that laptop until December of 2006 and I wish I could have kept it.

Also around 2005 and 2006, I began to teach myself how to build computers and mix and match parts.

One of these days I am going to build one from scratch.

But in late December of 2006, I purchased a Compaq/HP Laptop which ran Windows XP Media Center Edition and could be upgraded to Windows Vista.

This is the machine that I discovered WiFi on.

However, it could only do 802.11 a and b.

Then it killed on me in 2008. My family’s Gateway also finally killed on us around this time as well.

My Mom bought a Hewlett Packard in early 2009, which ran Windows 7 and was a good machine until it became bogged down with viruses.

Early in 2009, I had purchased an Asus Eee PC 900A netbook.

It has some decent specs for its size and price:
WiFi built in 802.11 b and g.
1.3 Megapixel WebCam
8 GB solid state drive.
1 GB RAM.
USB and Ethernet ports.

I would have it until 2016 and it was one of the best computers I ever owned.

In December of 2010, it was extremely bogged down with viruses, so I finally figured out how to write an .ISO image to a flash drive and modify the boot sequence.

I ended up installing JoliOS 1.2 which served me very well for over a year. I also installed JoliOS 1.2 on my Mom’s Hewlett Packard.

By the way, it was ruined by a power surge following Hurricane Issac in 2012.

I gave my Dad an older Dell to use which a friend had given me.

He had it until 2019

I subsequently used other versions of operating systems, all from the Linux family on that computer.

In 2015, I finally purchased an Android smartphone. This allows me to Google for a solution when I am working on a computer and I come aross a hiccup.

That was a huge milestone, because before, I needed another computer as well as an Internet connection to get a solution when things didn’t go right.

In 2016, I began to put together a kit of tools that I EDC for my computer repair hobby. The featured image on this pages shows what I am carrying as of February 2020. These tools are kept in a special compartment of my EDC backpack.

In 2018, through most of 2019, I had attended a church and fixed the computers of several members.

By this point in my life, I had obtained a reputation as a computer guru.

There are several friends who come to me when they need their computers fixed and usually I am able to do it.

Now as of 2020, I frequently find myself restoring older computers and making them useful again.

This usually entails me taking a Windows computer and reformatting the hard drive or solid state drive with a version of Linux that has modern functionality but runs well on the hardware. Sometimes I will also upgrade the RAM chips or disk drives.

I wish I would have had this knowledge and skill when I was a teenager. I could have made that old Gateway run like a high spec machine, but if it wasn’t for that cruddy old Gateway, I may never have taught myself how to fix computers to begin with.

I hope to fix computers for the rest of my life because it is a fun and useful hobby.

I know I can also bless other who otherwise cannot afford a new computer but will make their machines run like new.

If it wasn’t for me being dependent on several expensive medications, I would try to make a career out of this, because it is something I can do from dawn til dusk or until those medications kick in, then I am dead to the world for twelve to fourteen hours. However, I would be self employed and have to worry about health insurance. We do need some serious reforms in this country and Obamacare doesn’t cut it!

I guess this concludes my piece on how I am indeed a self taught computer technician. I need to take those medications right now, actually.

So, I hope you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

Thank you for reading!

May God richly bless you…

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