Either you embrace Change and are destroyed by it, or you resist Change and are overwhelmed by it. What is your choice?
(The Politics of 'Not' Being Dead)
The
rest of the trip was made in silence. They dropped us off at the edge
of Miercurea Ciuc, home base of the 61st Mountain Troops Brigade, of
Professor Loma and from whence all this craziness had originated. The
meeting was already awkward before I arrived. It only got worse.
Politically,
this was manna from Heaven. Putin couldn't strong arm both the Ukraine
and the PRC. His priorities had switched, so now NATO could jump into
the Ukraine which would appease their democratic constituencies.
There
were also larger economic/political issues to look at. Europe had
constantly been threatened by Russia's interference with the oil and
natural gas pipelines that first pass through Russia before crossing the
Ukraine and Belarus and heading off to Central and Western Europe. A
great deal of that fuel originated in what was now the Khanate.
The highest cost of losing a war is the rage of your children.
"Maybe the Canadian is not so much an 'ex' girlfriend?" Orsi leered. It was the old 'if he is so good that she still wants him back after a colossal screw up, I wanted a taste' expression.
"Do you think she will help you?" Katalin inquired.
"She'll
help," Pamela huffed playfully. "My grandson has plenty of
ex-girlfriends. Most of them want him back, despite his colorful
lifestyle. It is one of his more amusing qualities."
'Here be Dragons' wasn't always a tourist gimmick.
"I didn't say you could have a drink," the Vizsla commented.
"Oh, my apologies," I shrugged. I put the stein on a nearby table and waited.
"Have
a seat," she directed. I came up to her table and examined the three
empty chairs. I held back until she pointed to the chair opposite her. I
sat down, but didn't make eye contact. Instead, I examined the various
paintings and photographs on the walls. It was an old place.
"You killed Matthias, even though you knew he worked for me," she uttered.
Alal's
'milk of human kindness' had finally run dry as the Visigoths sacked
his Roman villa. While looters ran off with his latest trappings of
wealth, and deserted by his servants and his slaves, Grandpa decided
that he was tired of fucking around with the Human Race. He felt they
were simply too stupid, venal and weak to make any positive, lasting
changes in the world.
It
was the happenstance of another conflict that encouraged Turkish
solidarity and Khanate action, the Crimea. Russia had opened a serious
door to the Abyss by annexing the Crimea from the Ukraine by force.
Technically, Russia had violated Ukrainian sovereignty by seizing that
region.
The
Russians (with tacit support from China) put forth the political notion
of 'lost territory'. Thus Vladimir Putin had unwittingly 'green
lighted' the greatest consumption of 'lost territory' in the history of
mankind. Following Putin's reasoning, all Temujin was doing was
reuniting the widely separated pieces of the Great Khanate. His invasion
of Xinjiang and Nei Mongol were also part of that policy.
Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal.
(The Lowest Moral Denominator)
My
first week at Havenstone, I'd biked to work alone on most days and I'd
enjoyed that. I'd have treasure it more if I had glimpsed my future. I
loved people, not crowds. I knew about violence, yet I had no affection
for it. I was a confirmed bachelor. Now I was staring down both barrels
of marriage. I had had also become a walking arsenal with a lethal
omnipresent entourage.
Life gives you two chances to get it right; be who you want to be, or who you need to be.
(Making choices we can live with)
"Trouble,"
Wiesława relayed to our vehicle. Velma had an 'issue' at my apartment.
She'd gone ahead in order to see to my security. My GL-550 had come
within a block of the apartment when Wiesława's call came.
"Tell me what the problem is," I demanded. Wiesława relayed my request.
"Your roommate won't let them search your bedroom," was the answer I got back.
Time is not your enemy any more than breathing and your heartbeat are inconvenient.
"Aya,
Why don't you go help Saku," I rechanneled Aya’s boundless energy.
"Back in the day, every noble was attended to by squires who took care
of their gear and served that noble as body servants. In turn, she
taught them the art of war." Sakuniyas shot me a nasty look.
What
follows is a diversion from the central storyline, but it is crucial to
understanding why certain members of the supporting cast are behaving
the way they are.
808 BCE near Halab in what is today's Northern Syria:
For
me, Cael Nyilas, it was a return to last night's horrifying scene that
engulfed me. The screams of dying horses and moribund men crying the
pantheon of life's final regrets. Blood, piss, voided bowels and the
stench of comingled sweat and leather filled my nostrils. The true
cacophony of battle was all about. The battle shock faded into an
innocuous background distraction.
The miracle is not a person jumping into a torrent to save another. It is the dozen who form a chain to pull them both out.
(Midnight in the Grotto of Good and Evil)
We
were in one of the underground pools at the bottom of the mesa. Our
tour guide had informed us there were nine known caves and the complex
had never been fully explored due to the remaining waterways being
totally submerged. It was well past midnight, all my little friends had
crashed out and I had wisely ditched my security after Miyako silently
woke me up with her hand over my mouth.
"I've
missed you too," Aya bumped foreheads with me. I was 'a Son of the
White Stallion' who 'ran with the herds of Epona'. I was so proud of
her. She had woven together a Magyar myth with an Amazon naming
convention. Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess and Aya's matron divinity,
was worshiped with the sacrifice of foals, Amazons offered up fillies
(female baby horsies) whose spirits ran with the Goddess in the Spirit
World.
For me, the diplomacy revolved around Delilah and Virginia, I had already fallen on my knees and begged Odette to let me go see Aya 'alone'. A few sexual-charged hours later, she agreed. That left four choices for the role of my two agents. They wanted to go 'as is'. Rachel informed them they would be murdered in-flight and their bodies tossed out over a convenient body of water.
At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears.
"Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?"
"Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about."
"Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed."
"I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!"
"Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments.
"No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“
She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within.
"Holy; she;“
"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"
Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen.
"Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“
"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?"
"Um;“
"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?"
"Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion.
"This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses."
"Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it."
"How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“
"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost."
"Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then."
"I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"
Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."
Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out.
"That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand.
"Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo.
"My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled.
"It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake."
"I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket.
"I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."
Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"
Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken."
"Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed.
"Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"
Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage."
"I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her."
"I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!
"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“
"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind.
"Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.
God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team.
"Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."
The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse.
"My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal.
"Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video.
"No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?"
"No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night."
"Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!"
"Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there."
"Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.
Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment.
"Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“
She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off.
"I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“
It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church. A Christmas Miracle.
It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;
"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit.
"Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered.
"Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?"
"Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"
They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting.
"Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments.
"pleasure, to be addressing you all today."
And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.
He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.
As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;
In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.
Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon.
"Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?"
"Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back.
"The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."
Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him.
"This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!"
"Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!"
"Gordy, you have a naughty mind!"
"Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“
In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.
That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;
As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.
With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.
Someone screamed.
"Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"
Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.
It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape.
"I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"
As Gordon began performing CPR on Reverend Fletcher, Miya watched in stunned amazement. Some small children at the front of the church started crying, and were led away by anxious parents.
"Please God, don't let him die," Reverend Morris begged, praying quietly, as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.
The entire church was in uproar, and the churchwarden struggled to calm the panicking congregation.
"Ladies and gents please, I must ask you to sit quietly or if you wish to leave, please can you do so in an orderly manner. In the chaos, Jenna managed to creep out of the hollow in the pulpit, unseen, and hurry off.
"Oh this is a nightmare," Reverend Morris sobbed, wiping away tears, as the organist continued giving chest compressions. "On Christmas Eve as well, and the defibrillator we had installed got stolen just a few days ago!"
Seconds later, Jenna suddenly appeared at his side. "Oh Simon," she panted.
"He's breathing!"
A chorus of cheers erupted.
The sound of a siren outside the church was heard. Norman directed the paramedics into the church.
"Dear God, have our prayers been answered?" Reverend Morris asked his wife.
Jenna bit her lip. "I sure hope so." She turned away. I don't want to have that on my conscience. The fact I killed a man by giving him a blowjob, she thought.
As the paramedics carried the stricken Reverend Fletcher into the ambulance, everyone turned their attention to Gordon.
"Where's our organist?" Norman said. "The guy's a bloody hero!"
Gordon was sat on the organ stool, resting, after his successful first aid.
"That was amazing, what you did just then," Miya said, her arm round his shoulders.
He shrugged. "Just basic first aid," he muttered modestly.
"But you were so calm."
"Inside I was screaming. I don't think I've been as afraid as that since; can't remember when. You know, being confronted with the harsh reality of death - right here in the church."
"But you got his heart going again. He'll be okay."
"Aye, let's hope so. Could still have another heart attack, or end up with brain damage if starved of oxygen for too long."
"No Gordon, he'll be fine." Miya continued. "He's a vicar. God will keep him safe."
He wasn't sure if she actually believed that or if she was just saying it to make him feel better. It did make him feel better, though.
"Mmm, you're right." He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her.
"I think my hero organist deserves a reward. How about a kiss for starters?" She flung her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss developed into a full-blown snog, and just as Gordon was getting into it, they were interrupted.
"Here he is!" Norman shouted. "Oh; are we interrupting?"
Gordon broke the kiss and looked embarrassed. "Er;“
"Just giving my guy a hero's reward," Miya replied.
"Well done, Gordon," Reverend Morris said, shaking his hand. "Your quick actions there may just have saved Horatius' life.
"He's not just a talented organist," Miya interrupted. "He's my Gordy-pie!"
Later;
Reverend Fletcher slowly opened his eyes. There was an oxygen mask on his face and his vision was a little blurry.
"Uh;“
"Horatius. It's me, Simon."
"Who are you?"
"Your friend and former student, Simon Morris."
"Are you really? Well that's jolly lovely! I didn't know I had a friend called Simon Morris."
"What's up with him?" Jenna asked, cautiously approaching his bedside.
"Erm, he seems a bit confused. Maybe it's the after effects of what's happened to him."
"Who's that?" Reverend Fletcher mumbled, straining his eyes to look at Jenna.
"This is Jenna, my wife."
"Oh how nice for you, she looks a lovely lady."
"He appears to have developed retrograde amnesia," Jenna said. "I wonder if it's just temporary?" Secretly, she was relieved.
"It's the strangest of things," Reverend Fletcher continued, becoming more aware of his surroundings. I can't remember what happened. But I was in a church of some sort. I was reading something. Then I saw the face of an angel. A beautiful angel, kneeling before me; very beautiful, a bit like your wife. Then, nothing but a bright, white light. It must've been the light of Heaven. But obviously God wasn't ready for my soul just yet. And so, he sent me back to Earth."
"A near-death experience?" Reverend Morris said.
"I truly have seen the light. I've been given a second chance. A chance to become a better person, and live my life to the full. It's a miracle!"
"A Christmas miracle!" Jenna smiled.
Outside in the hospital corridor, Gordon was anxiously waiting, along with Miya.
"Well; how is he?"
"Doctor says he should make a full recovery. But he'll need a pacemaker. He's been damned lucky, and your quick actions today saved his life. Apparently he's suffered from a dodgy ticker for years."
"When he was reading the sermon, I got the feeling he wasn't well, Gordon said. "He was sweating profusely and trembling. And his voice was shaky. All classic signs of an imminent heart attack."
Reverend Morris nodded. "There's one thing that the paramedics did mention, and it may be inappropriate to say this, but; well, when they removed his robes and examined him, he had a raging erection."
Gordon burst out laughing. "Ah well that explains the heart attack then. Not enough blood to go round. It had all rushed to his knob! Well I suppose if the worst had happened and he'd snuffed it, he would've died happy, eh? Dying with a raging hard-on, not a bad way to go."
"I wonder what on earth gave him an erection?" Miya wondered.
"Good speech? It was a very passionate sermon. Reminds me of that scene from the first Police Academy film. Ever seen that? The scene where the prostitute gives oral to the old copper whilst she's hiding in a podium. Only the old copper sees another bloke crawl out of the podium and thinks he did it."
"I remember that film," Reverend Morris replied. "Ha-ha yes, that was a funny scene. I don't think that happened to the good Horatius Fletcher, although he claimed he saw the face of an angel before he collapsed."
Jenna, stood beside her husband, just smiled and said nothing.
Later still;
"What a day," Gordon said, as he and Miya arrived back from dining out at the Scabby Horse, a country pub dating back to the 17th century.
"That restaurant was lovely. I've really enjoyed our first Christmas Eve together. It's been magical."
Gordon removed the Santa hat he'd been wearing. "I'm so glad. After the trauma of this morning, then having to speak to the local press, it was a relief to finally relax!"
"Uh-oh," Miya groaned, noticing a car pulling up in front of the house. "Don't relax just yet. Mum's just arrived. She'd better not cause a scene! Oh why can't she just accept us? Your mum was really nice when I met her the first time."
Catherine Leesmith was a fun-loving eighty-two year old, who'd welcomed her son's much younger girlfriend with open arms.
"Don't panic, maybe she just wants to talk," Gordon replied. "Good evening Mrs. Dickinson!"
"Oh my God! I watched BBC Northwest earlier." She turned to Gordon. "You were on the news. You; saved that vicar's life. Well done!"
"Well, I kept him alive until the paramedics came, yes." He awkwardly shuffled his feet.
Miya's mum walked right up to him. "Gordon. I've said; some things. Things I regret. And whilst I still think the age gap between the two of you is far too wide, I;“
Gordon and Miya held their breaths.
"I can see how happy you are together, so if you're happy, then I'm happy. You're a good man, Gordon. You've certainly brought out the best in Miya."
Gordon smiled. "Thanks so much, Mrs. Dickinson."
"Kathleen."
"Um, right. Kathleen. Er, Miya, tell your mum the good news!"
"You're not pregnant are you?"
"No Mum! I've just passed my driving test!"
"Oh congratulations, love! All thanks to Gordon as well I suppose?"
"No, I'm not taking any credit," he said. "She did this all on her own and worked damned hard. I provided encouragement, that's all. Right, come in and let's all have a cuppa; or if you want something stronger, we've got mulled wine, gin, beer; anything you like."
Miya hurried in first, thrilled that her mum had finally accepted her boyfriend.
"Gordon, I think Santa will be delivering a four-wheeled present tomorrow morning. I know you and my husband have been planning it for a while."
"Oh yes," he replied, tapping his nose. "Shush. She doesn't suspect a thing."
They all entered Gordon's house, and Miya's mum couldn't help but admire her daughter's boyfriend; or man-friend, as she preferred to call him.
He's not my type, but quite attractive. And he has charisma, there's no doubt about that. There's something about him. He does cut a dashing figure in a suit and organist gown; At the Parsonage
Reverend Morris and Jenna decided to have an early night.
"I've always believed that you see something; otherworldly at the point of death," he said as he climbed into bed. "I just can't stop thinking about what Horatius Fletcher said. You know, about seeing an angel. Sorry to keep going on about it."
"An angel must appear to reassure dying people that everything will be alright. Or in some cases maybe it takes the form of the dying person's loved one?" Jenna replied.
"Hmm, yes. Hard to fathom when you've never experienced it yourself. Oh well. At least we know Horatius will be okay. Not much of a Christmas for him, being stuck in hospital, but at least he's alive."
"Yep," Jenna smiled, snuggling up to her husband.
And with any luck, she thought to herself, he'll never fully regain his memory. He doesn't remember anything about filming Miya and Gordon, or how I took his phone and got Dwaine to erase it. He doesn't remember me inviting him to do the Sunday service either; or me sucking his cock. If he does eventually remember, people will just think he's round the bend;
"Merry Christmas Jen."
"Merry Christmas Simon."
They kissed.
The vicar fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but Jenna wasn't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. When she was sure that her husband was well and truly in the arms of Morpheus, she slipped out of bed and picked up her smartphone off the bedside table. She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Switching on the phone, she opened a password-protected secure documents folder.
"Oh Gordon. I really do miss sucking that delicious thick cock of yours," she sighed as she fingered herself whilst watching the video of Miya and Gordon that Reverend Fletcher had filmed. So it hadn't been completely deleted after all. Dwaine had still been able to recover it using his expert coding skills; and transfer it to Jenna's phone. (For entirely personal use of course)!
