19/06/10Ā Ā 21:02 GMT
Okay, Carlotta, call this past week consolidation. Sexual chemistry was acknowledged on both sides, but our girl almost ran scared as a result, so itās been necessary to calm things down. Even if itās meant my taking part in a few āyoung-Christianā dating activities.
Prime example, the bowling evening. This allowed for some hands-on instruction on the pretext of improving her technique, but she bowled too good a game to warrant much of that without my blowing my cover. I suspect she allowed me to help because it legitimised some up-close-and-personal. Her victory dance and taunting smile any time she got a strike made me want to throw her down in the bowling lane and nail her ass in front of all the other bowlers, while giving her tits a hearty groping so that they could all see. I canāt decide how calculating this Christian role model is in her sexiness. Could any girl be such a prick-tease inadvertently?
Role-model she certainly is to the teens at her church. A number of them spotted us at the alley and the girls in the group began waving over, giggling and no doubt debating the identity of youth leader Neelyās companion. āWasnāt he at church one evening? Is that her new boyfriend? Where did she find him?ā She was quietly mortified, that much was clear. āDonāt come over,ā she was incanting to herself, ādonāt come over.ā
Iām her guilty secret, you see. The charming unbeliever with whom she should have no truck. No doubt there are plenty at her church who would mark me out as a lure of Satan come to tempt her, to insinuate my way snake-like around the foundations of her morality and squeeze till all collapses in ruins. Thing is, theyād be bang on the money.
Neely is dancing a tango with her own urges. We have outdoorsy-type dates, like our day trip into the Welsh countryside, or those surrounded by numerous chaperones, example: the Laser-Quest adventure with some of her grown-up church associates. āCan we make like weāre just friends?ā she pleaded, prior to the meet, and I generously acceded to her request, knowing that at the very least Iād have my tongue down her throat before the evening was out.
What self-consciously trendy Christians her church friends are, with their well-thumbed music magazines and their fingers so firmly on the pulse of popular culture. Yet so wary of the politely skeptical journalist from outside their circle and comfort zone. And how ferociously competitive they all were in the laser-maze, skidding around corners and firing off shots with the energy only a bunch of sex-starved twenty-somethingsĀ could muster.
That is, I should qualify, with the possible exception of her co-worker at the church, in attendance that evening with his hot teenage girlfriend. Neelyās sweetly oblivious to the possibility of any sexual impropriety on his part, but nothing will convince me that heās not banging his mocha beauty on a regular basis. There were too many covert glances between them when they thought no one else was watching. I wonder how my date would react if she discovered that to be the case.
In short, Mr Christian Youth is probably getting more than I am right now. Thereās irony for you. Do you know, what with work and the tight Neely-focus, I havenāt shot a load into a female receptacle in over a month? That trounces my previous post-high school record. My solace is that the virtuous Miss Jordan has a birthday in three daysā time. I have high hopes that sheāll ease the restraint sheās been exhibiting. Since the occasion of my pouncing and her brief reciprocation, sheās been keeping our alone-time to a minimum and wrenching her poor conflicted self away from Bristol anytime sheās tempted to misbehave. Popping home to help a convalescent father, sheād have me believe, but itās clear sheās running shy of temptation.
Her birthday will include dinner at my place, however, and I think I can work some magic. If not, Iāll have to rethink the whole damn strategy.
āRay.Ā
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19/06/10Ā Ā 18:58 PST
God, Ray, a month??? You must be jacking yourself into a frenzy. Either that or you have the most advanced case of blue balls known to man. I repeat my adviceāgo bust your nut inside some little fuck-friend. I admire the almost religious self-denial with which youāre setting about your quest, but hell, Ray, if you donāt ease some of that frustration, youāre going to torpedo your chances instead of this girlās virginity by making some clumsy dumb-ass move on her. Drained balls equal renewed focus, right? More so if itās the end product of a good hard fuck. Youāre in danger of losing momentumāyouāve got to make this birthday supper count and for that youāll need all your wits about you.
Does the attached photo help or hinder? I took the shot for my married guy when I was out of town. My ass looks particularly hard and sculpted right now, donāt you think? I mean couldnāt you just bounce quarters off those buns? Thank you half a yearās circuit-training. He says he likes it framed in black lace, hence the stockings and suspenders. I smoothed it over in baby oil as well, right down to my tight butt-hole. I hope you appreciate the effect. He certainly seemed to, judging by how hard he boned me from behind the next time we met. I dressed up my sweetĀ tushĀ the same as in the pic, right down to the oily sheen, and my friendās repressed husband threw a more vigorous fuck into me than Iād ever thought him capable of doing. Now he claims he wants to take my ass the same way. Heāll get the chance, but IāmĀ gonnaĀ make him wait for it.Ā GonnaĀ make him beg.
If you screw your Neely-girl, you wonāt have any begging to doāmy ass will be all yours. You blow it, nada. Show your mettle in this, Raymond. MakeĀ herĀ beg. I want to be party to another saintās deflowering, the last one was so sweet.
Oh God, did I even tell you about Mindy Crenshaw? My roommate from New Horizons Church Camp, Summer of 2001? Cutesy Hallelujah-girl from Monterey. Heart full with the Holy Spirit, head totally empty. Cried with heavenly joy, hands raised to the sky, during every damn worship session. Get the picture? As though that summer wasnāt hellish enough, I shared it with her. I was eighteen (eighteen!)Ā blackmailed into attending one more Jesus-camp by my parents. They discovered Iād been doing coke, courtesy of a friendās parent, and it was that or rehab. Lesser of the two evils, though only by a sliver, what with Mindy eager to be my new bosom buddy.
So I turned it into an entertainment, in order to keep my sanity. It soon became apparent that one of the camp counsellors had theĀ hotsĀ for Mindy. Great hulking guy called Trent, looked like he could punch out an oak tree. I could tell from the way he checked her out that this guy was good for a whole lot more than leading prayer breakfasts. So I lured him into the trees one night, slid to my knees, took his impressive cock in my eager mouth and sucked him dry. God, he stormed down my throat in a torrent, heād been storing it up for days. (No masturbation at Christian Camp.) Well, I had him in my thrall from that point on. Told him Iād help land him the divine Mindy and gave him occasional sexual favors along the way to keep him on board with the plot. Not a huge chore.
Turned out Mindy had quite the teen crush on big Trent and soon they were indulging in steamy make-out sessions every chance they got. But of course, she wouldnāt easily let pop the cherry she was saving up for Jesus. So I buddied up to her, slipped a little something into her hot chocolate one evening to loosen up her tongue and drew out every scrap of personal info I couldādumb stuff about dreams sheād had and the freaking history of her familyās pets. Then I fed it all back to Trent so he could use it to advantage. He proved more able than Iād expectedāfed her bullshit about a divine vision heād had of them together, throwing in stuff Iād passed on, stuff about her heād no way of knowing that she could understand. Iād scripted all his lines like fucking Cyrano de Bergerac and the dimwit fell for it. She was amazed, she was in a fucking religious ecstasy. Figured if God wanted her to be with this guy, then it wouldnāt be such a big sin to let him do the nasty with her.
I got to spy on it all as part of my deal with Trent. I hid in the camp counsellorsā bathroom and peered through a crack in the door as he helped her out of her panties, while all the other counsellors ran a canoeing event down on the lake. Quite a sight, once heād introduced her to his Sword of the Spirit and got properly warmed up. Sweet doll-like Mind getting the bejesus fucked out of her by a giant stud whoād gone undercover as a disciple of Christ. Iāve watched my fair share of porn, but none of it gets me off like the memory of Mindy bent like a pretzel, Trentās great shaft sawing in and out of that tight sweet Christian cunt. He looked like he was thanking me and Satan as he shot his load inside her. But that was nothing to the look on Mindyās face when she went to use the bathroom post-coitus and found me masturbating on the edge of the bath.
āGod,ā I said to her, āhe fucks like a steam train, doesnāt he? Donāt know about you, Mindy, but I couldnāt walk the whole next day!ā That shut her up the rest of her time at camp, which was about half a day. Then she went crying home to Mom and Dad.
You know, Ray, it all confirmed what Iād known foreverāstrip away the sweater and the fish buttons from any angel of the Lord, and all youāve got is one more naked slut wishing she was moaning on the end of a hard dick. Remember that, when Neely seems hard work. She may have a few more smarts than the divinely dense Mindy Crenshaw, but youāre the man to outsmart, seduce and ruin her. I expect and demand it. Your birthday gift to her doesnāt need purchasing online. Youāve already got it in your pants, so go deliver.
āCarlotta.
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Neely Jordan strolled leisurely to her cafĆ© shift on the morning of her twenty-fifth birthday. It was shaping up as the first truly hot day of summer, the kind of day when life seemed all sweetness and God as beneficent as she hoped. The text on her phoneāHAPPY BIRTHDAY NEELY J, LET ME MAKE IT SPECIAL. PARTY AT MINE, 8PMāperfected her mood. She was doing the work she loved at Alton Bridge, topping up her pay among friends at the heart of Bristolās cafĆ©-society. And cooking for her at his place that evening would be her newĀ boyfriend.
Today she wasnāt frightened of the word. Her attachment to a non-believer was all okay. She wasnāt āunequally yokedā as Pastor Simmons would have put it, had he known. Ray confirmed her in her faith, respected her values. His departure from his wayward past was due to her. As for her squeezable new friendās immortal soul, she liked to think Godās grace further-reaching and more innovative than certain of her fellow Christians would have it. She was sure Raymond Archer was closer to Christ than he would have been, had he never met her.
Neely basked in a warmth only partially due to the sun which glinted through the foliage on Stapleton Road. She turned up ElbowāsĀ One Day Like ThisĀ on her iPod and concluded that such a glorious day as this one would indeed see her right. Only there would be many such days in her twenty-sixth year, surely. Jesus was still the rock on which she founded her life, but Ray ā¦well ā¦he served to enhance the view.
Jasmine and Leo had opened up by the time she got to Lemongrass. The shop already smelt of sun-dried tomatoes and roast coffee.
āBirthday girl!ā A stereo greeting from her friends. Then from Leo: āGlad you decided to drag your lazy bum out of bed and get yourself down here. You might have notched up another year, it doesnāt mean weāre going to do all the bloody work!ā
Neely grinned all over her face and thanked God for lifeās good stuff.
Leo was grinning back at her, eyes glinting. Neely flung her arms around his tall skinny body, as he seized her in a birthday embrace. He crushed her to him and hauled her off her feet so that she was able to kick her heels. āSee how she loves squishing those boobs up against me?ā he said to Jasmine, before setting Neely down. āIām the only guy sheāll do that to, new boyfriend included.ā
āDoes she give you a semi?ā Jasmine grinned.
āGod, I think she hasĀ done.ā Leo checked his lower regions. āAnd that could be a first, girlfriend!ā
āLeo, youĀ perv, shut up!ā Neely swatted him and went to put on her uniform. Boob-compressing hugs with Leo were risk-free, it was true. Sheād scarcely dare hug a straight guy that way, for fear of producing that kind of urgent stirrings beneath his trousers.Ā
āYou hear that,Ā Jaz?ā Leo called out. āSheās the only born-again Christian thinks Iām aĀ perv for hitting on a girl.ā
āThatās soĀ uncalled-for.ā Neely struggled into her burgundy canvas slacks and apron. She could hear Jasmine giggling uncontrollably. āLet it go.ā
āIām Neelyās token gay friend,ā Leo went on. āShe hangs out with me so when someone tells her Christians are homophobic, she can say āCheck out the camp guy, heās with me!āāĀ
Neely stuck her head around the door and scowled at him. āYou donāt really think that, do you?ā
His smile was as broad as before. āGod, Neely, you are so easy.ā He wrapped her up in a second massive squeeze. āIām screwing with you, babe.ā
āOkay, okay, you love me. I feel it! All right, put me down and leave me be, youāre not allowed to screw with me today. Iām playing the birthday card.ā
āSpeaking of birthday cards ā¦ā Jasmine was delving into a plastic bag behind the counter, as Leo set Neely to the floor.
āNot forgetting theĀ present.ā Leo joined her in fetching items from the bag.
āYes, youāve got to check this out before we let any customers in,ā Jasmine urged with an eagerness that signalled danger. Tying up her apron Neely approached, on full Jasmine-alert.
Leo reeled off a quick āHappy Birthdayā in a wonky operatic tenor, before handing over the card. It displayed theĀ deĀ rigeurĀ hunk-in-a-thong, under which Jasmine had added the message: āRay on a casual night? Or donāt you know yet?ā
Neely did her customary eye-roll. āThanks, guys, itās a lovelyĀ card. Very tasteful. And in answer to the question, mind your own.ā
āWhich means she doesnāt know yet,ā Jasmine said with a smirk.
āOkay, open the gift, open the gift.ā Leo pressed a long scarlet boxĀ ribbonedĀ in silver into her hands. Neelyās friends smiled conspiratorially as she prised off the wrappings. The duo clearly anticipated an entertaining reaction.
The nature of Neelyās present was not immediately clear to her from the boxāsome sort of electronic device, hair-curlers perhaps?āso she opened it and continued inside, the seal already slit for her. She picked the object from its foam-rubber packing and set the box aside. Holding her gift by its white base, she observed how it swelled to bulbous proportions at its other end like a fat zucchini. There was a smaller nodule parallel to the main one, reaching out to create a pincer effect. The main section of the device was bright purple with a spongy texture, reminding Neely somehow of childrenās TV favourite Barney the Dinosaur. The nature of the object, however, was not lost on herāshe had seen too many episodes ofĀ Sex and the CityĀ to be baffled by thatāand she burst into shocked laughter, clapping a hand to her mouth.
Jasmine and Leo were exulting in the response; despite her best efforts, Neely had clearly given them all theyād hoped for. The item did not pretend to resemble an erect penis in any aspect, butĀ itsĀ clear practical functionāthe knowledge of where it was meant to be fittedā was enough to make her blush deep. āCheck her out.ā Jasmine was giggling. āSheās gone the same colour as her hair. Say hello to your new best friend, Neely.ā
āJaz!ā Neely could not help but goggle at the article. āI canāt believe you got me a ā¦Ā Jaz, youāre wicked!ā
āHey, donāt blame it all on me,ā her friend protested.
āWe clubbed together.ā Leo hugged Jasmine gleefully at their success in shocking the recipient.
āBut ā¦ But wasnāt this expensive?ā Neely waved the gaudy vibrator before them before realizing what she was doing and stuffing it back into its box.
āA little,ā Jasmine admitted, ābut itāll be totally worth it, trust me. Try this and you might decide to stay a virgin theĀ nextĀ twenty-five years.ā
āThatās right,ā Leo added. āYou might want to wash it though. This dirty bitch has already given it a test run.ā
āIāve got my own!ā Jasmine thumped him on the arm, sending Neely into a further bout of scandalised laughter.
āAlthough I got it all charged up for you. Itās ready to rock and roll.ā
āSo if you want to pop into the bathroom and give it a trial, weāll cover the customers.ā
āShe might be a while, Leo, that beauty has a whole lot of functions.ā
āThe instructions are in the box, Neely, but if youāve any problems Iām sureĀ JazĀ can fetch hers and you two can ā¦ā
āEnough!ā Neely was clutching a pained stomach, eyes blurring with merriment. āGuys, you donāt actually think Iām going to use this.ā
āOf course we do,ā Jasmine exclaimed in mock-offence. āYou think we bought it to mess with you? We figured if youāre definitely not going to use all RayāsĀ functions for moral reasons, then the least we could do was provide something to ease your frustration.ā
āItās perfect,ā Leo said in a reasonable tone. āYou donāt actually shag a real person, so you can have endless guilt-free orgasmic fun.ā
āAnd you wonāt believe what it does to you,ā Jasmine said, plucking it back from the box so she could do some modest show-and-tell. āI mean the sensation constantly changes. It stimulates all of you, Neely, I meanĀ allĀ of you. Starts off at the head here, then travels down and around toĀ thisĀ bit, so it buzzes right on you-know-where.ā She tugged the smaller nodule to prize it away from the vibratorās main swell. āAnd if youāre having problems slipping it in, look ā¦ Itās made of silicone, so you draw this bit away, insert nice and easy, then fit the little guy back so it does its job. And the vibrations kind of travel in a circular motion, so ā¦ā
āOkay, okay, I get the idea.ā Neely was overwhelmed by the demonstration, by the whole damn conversation. āYou can put it back. Guys ā¦ I ā¦ I donāt know what to say.ā She truly did not.
āDonāt say anything until youāve used it,ā Jasmine said. āYou areĀ going to use it, right?ā
āI ā¦ Iāll ā¦ Iāll think about it.ā Neely didnāt want to disappoint such cheerfully well-meaning friends. She wasnāt sure how to explain that she wasnāt even meant to be thinking about sex. That she could hardly use sex toys without dwelling on all the things she wasnāt supposed to be doing. Doing with Ray, to be specific.Ā Whatever is true, noble, right, pure and lovely, think on these things, as the Bible phrased it. āGuys, itās ā¦ itās lovely. Really. Got an amazing aesthetic. Iāll display it in the living room.ā
āPass it off as anĀ objet dāart,ā Leo agreed. āIf your parents or anyone from the church calls.ā
āYou know thatāsĀ suchĀ a good idea,ā Neely said. āGosh, I ought to kill you two.ā
āBut thou shalt not,ā Leo responded. Cue further laughter.Ā
The festive atmosphere continued throughout Neelyās shift. Jasmine and Leo insisted on telling the regulars it was her special day, which led to general cheeriness and the buying of her favourite banana and blackberry smoothies by customers, with added vitamin shots. They cranked up the stereo and she danced to classic Motown while preparing sandwiches. By one oāclock when she hung up her apron, her early-morning high had been enhanced.
āOff to do your proper job?ā Leo inquired as she emerged in jeans and tee-shirt.
āIāve arranged for the rest of the day off.ā She beamed. āAn afternoon and evening of birthday indulgence.ā
āWhat, going straight home to play with your new toy?ā He nodded to the plastic bag she was clutching.
āLeo, I expect better from you. Youāre as bad as Jasmine.ā
āWeāre only looking out for you, sweetheart. We want our girl to be happy.ā
āIĀ amĀ happy,ā she insisted, and she kissed his cheek prior to departure. āMy present was a very sweet thought. Thank you.ā
It was melting through the bag due to sheer wickedness, she was convinced, as she made her way up Bristolās steep high street. She sensed the weight of her contraband all the more keenly when she checked her phone and heard a voicemail from co-worker Jonas.
āHappy birthday,Ā Neelers! Donāt mean to rain all over your day, but JS wants us to kick off the sex ethics workshops a week from Sunday. Before all the teens finish school for summer, Iām guessing, and have all that extra time in which to misbehave. But look, donāt sweat it. Weāve most of the material thrashed out, so it only needs a bit of finessing, right? You have a great day. Enjoy yourself, donāt do anything I wouldnāt. Bye.ā
Like carry around a state-of-the-art sex toy of a weekday afternoon? Neely almost burst out laughing as she entered the bookstore.
The gift token she had received as part of her parentsā birthday package was stowed in her back pocket. How better to spend the afternoon of her special day than immersing herself in a new read over a cafĆ© lunch? She browsed until she lit on MarkusĀ ZusakāsĀ The Book Thiefāthereād been a good review inĀ The Independentāand soon she was ensconced in the shopās cafĆ© area with a cappuccino and a tuna-salad sandwich, leafing through the opening chapters. The Death character who narrated the story, as darkness closed in on 1930s Germany, was more benign than the figure conjured up by Pastor Simmons in some of his more imaginative sermons. Her mind wandered to the question of how so conservative a man as Jack Simmons had found himself leading a young, modern congregation like Alton Bridge.
Neely was further diverted from her new novel by the customer sitting at the table next to her. She was not immediately sure that it was himātwo years had passed, after all, since her one brief conversation with the guy. His hair was longer than she recalled, and his formerly clean-shaven face showed a good dayās worth of growth. But that rather swarthy quality to his skin and his dark eyes made him striking enough to remember. He caught and held her glance, making failure to acknowledge his presence more awkward than ignoring him.
She tensed before she said it. This guyās name was synonymous around the church with both sin and hypocrisy. āItās Danny, right?ā
He was sitting with a coffee and aĀ StiegĀ Larsson novel. There was a slight hesitancy in his response. āYeah, thatās me. And youāre ā¦Ā Keeley?ā
āNeely.ā
āNeely. Yes, I remember. Alton Bridge. I met you before a service one evening. Right before I moved on.ā
She remembered their brief encounter quite clearly. Jack Simmons had introduced them. Sheād heard wonderful things from him about Youth Pastor Woodward, yet the few seconds sheād actually spent in Dannyās company had underwhelmed. Heād been polite and good-looking, certainly, but thereād been a distracted quality about him, a sense of someone ill-at-ease in his surroundings. Sheād put it down to an off-day on his part, but subsequent revelations had shone a different light on his behaviour. The conversation between them now was quick-fire, two people trying to outrun embarrassment.
āThatās right,ā she said. āI wasn't even officially employed by the church back then, I was kind of sussing it out prior to interview. I remember hearing you speak. Before you left.ā Immediately she regretted the reference. Heād been discovered rutting in the preparation room that same night. Having delivered a sermon on the Parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins, if she recalled correctly. āSo ā¦ what are you doing now?āĀ
āSquare Deal,ā he said cryptically, then delved into the pocket of his creased leather jacket and flipped out a card. āItās a charity promoting fair trade with developing nations. Weāve done stuff as well on cancelling Third World debt and we were linked to the Make Poverty History campaign. They employ me full time.āĀ
āWell thatās good,ā Neely said and realised the unspoken follow-up was for someone whoās been kicked out of a church job having screwed a stranger on the premises.
Thankfully Danny Woodward appeared not to have picked up on the nuance. āWe tryĀ to recruit a lot of teensĀ fromĀ local schools, youth centres and churches to do summer work,ā he said, āplus weāve had tripsĀ out to Kenya and Sudan this past couple of years. Great events ā¦ had aĀ really powerful effect on the youngsters whoĀ wentĀ out there. So if you know anyone who might be interested at Alton Bridge ā¦ā He proffered the card to Neely and she took it, slipping it into a back pocket after a cursory glance.Ā
āYeah. Yeah, Iāll keep it in mind.ā There was a persuasiveness to his pitch, and Neely wondered if he still used those skills to seduce unassuming young women.Ā The wolf in sheepās clothing.
āSorry, Iām assuming youāre still working there,ā Danny said.
āYes, I am. Itās going well. Weāve got a whole bunch ofĀ new initiatives going for the kids. Community stuff, you know, kind of leading on from what you started, I suppose. Theyāre a good group.ā
āI know. Many new, or the same crowd as when I left?āĀ
āSome new, a lot youād remember. Some real livewires coming up from the juniors.ā She stared at Danny, who was all interest now at mention of his former charges. Had the guy seated before her not been caught out, she would have been working under him. Heavens. Who knew what he might have hoped her toĀ doĀ underĀ him? āAnd Pastor Simmons is still there, working hard as ever.ā She wasnāt sure why she had thrown that in.Ā Maybe as a kind of taunt.
āGood old Jack. Keeping everyone on the straight and narrow.ā Danny swilled coffee in his mouth like he was trying to wash away the taste of a bitter memory. āKeeping them straightĀ andĀ narrow.ā He said it almost to himself, smiling ruefully at his own joke.Ā
His tone made Neely flinch. She turned defensive on the pastorās behalf. āHeās a good man. A committed Christian, with the young peopleās welfare at heart.ā
āWell youāve got to work with him now, so Iām glad you see it that way.āĀ
āI doĀ see it that way.ā Neelyās defences built themselves more sturdily. āHe cares about those kids.ā
āI donāt deny it, but he cares much more about how they affect his churchās reputation.āĀ
āThatās not true! Look, just becauseĀ youĀ ā¦ā Neely knew from his face that she had betrayed her knowledge of āthe incidentā. āā¦ Had a falling-out with him ...ā she continued lamely before the sentence fizzled out. Ā
āAh. So everyoneĀ knows now.ā His voice was flat, resigned.Ā āI figured as much.ā
āI didnāt say that. I donāt know what people ā¦ what they ...āĀ Dear Lord, Neely thought as she floundered,Ā why do I ever get to thinking Iām clever?Ā
āSo much for keeping it quiet.ā Danny sipped again from his cup. āDonāt tell me, Neely, Iām an object lesson from the front of the church every Sunday. āHow to torpedo your testimony.āāĀ
āWell, you know, you do get the occasional mention.āĀ
āOh, Iāll bet I do.ā
āNot by name, you understand. But he doesnāt want people to fall into the same ā¦ situation, so ...āĀ
āSo he revives the memory of the fallen preacher, rakes up all his sins. Iām sure he makes quite a tragedy out of it.āĀ
āThatās not exactlyāā
āEnsures IāmĀ persona non grataĀ around people I used to consider friends. Such a forgiving man.āĀ
āWell, what do you expect?ā Neely was shocked by how heatedly the words had come out, loud enough to attract several other customersā attention. Danny stared at her and she wilted under his scrutiny. But then she remembered the disenchantment some of the older congregants had suffered, the disappointment of the churchās youth. Due to their youth pastorāsĀ hollow platitudes; words full of Christian integrity, and yet he couldnāt keep it in his trousers. Not even long enough to getĀ free of the building. Thatās how much store he had put by his faith. She lowered her voice but did not back down. āWell I mean after whatĀ happened, after what he saw, can you blame him?ā
Danny contemplated Neely gravely and it made her quail again. āDo you know what happened?ā She tried not to imagine it. āI mean, were you there?ā She attempted to speak but found nothing to say. āNeely ā¦ā He pulled his chair up to her table. āYou struck me as a smart girl the first time we met. Still do. So why youād condemn me out of hand without understanding the situation is a mystery.ā
āI didnāt condemn you.ā
āNeely, itās all over your face.ā She knew it had been and she reddened. āYet you know nothing about me. Not the first thing. All rumour, all hearsay. What happened at the church that day, what was going on in my life at the time. The sort of ā¦ of turmoil I was in before and after. Okay, someoneās told you about the single biggest screw-up of my life. So, whatāare you perfect, Neely? Do you never get tempted? Can you assume other people are guilty and not turn it around on yourself?ā His eyes bore into her. He could not have known how keenly his words sliced. āIāve had plenty of condemnation and I donāt need yours. āJudge not, lest you be judged.āĀ Does that not count for something?ā Ā
Neely dropped her gaze, chastened. She sensed a fundamental sincerity in his words, at odds with everything she had ever thought about him. And even if he were insincere, he was still right. Who was sheĀ to write off the moral character of, effectively, a complete stranger? āIām sorry, I had no business saying that,ā she muttered, unable to meet his eye.
āForget it. Look, I was being a bit spiky. You didnāt deserve it. Guess itās still a sore point with me.ā
āIād ā¦ā Neely had a pressing need to abort conversation. āIād better go. Iāve got stuff needs doing.ā She went to gather up her things hastilyātoo hastily. The plastic bag she seized by the wrong end as she arose and her boxed birthday present spilled to the floor, free of its wrapping.
She made a panicked dive, but Danny got there first and for a moment they held it together, as he checked its contents. His expression suggested a valiant attempt to conceal amusement. Neelyās blush returned, magnified to the power of ten. She fumbled for something that would exonerate, but all she achieved by way of explanation was a feeble āItās my birthday.ā
Danny released his grip on the present. āWell then,ā he said with an irreproachably straight face, āhereās wishing you a very happy birthday.ā
Neely thought her face might irradiate the entire bookstore. āThanks,ā she said shortly. āBye.ā
She rose and hurried out of the shop, bristling with humiliation and anger. Anger at Danny for happening to be there and anger at herself for acting like an idiot. Her glowing birthday mood had been displaced by a whirl of maddening thoughts: handsome young Pastor Woodward fornicating in a back room at the church, his hurt look across the table, the image no doubt in hisĀ mind of her putting her gift to work. And Ray. Lovely Ray, probably buying supplies right now for the birthday celebration he was so intent on providing her. So respectful of her virtue for as long as she chose to retain it. Never pressing her for more than she was willing to give, and all the more sexy for it. All the more irresistible.
Stop it, Neely, stop it now. Get a grip, for heavenās sake. Enough with the sex!
Oh Lord, like telling herself that was going to helpā¦
TO BE CONTINUED