Especially, that left one, Mary continued. And his face is so intelligent, he looks like a senator, or some kind of professor
His name is Roger Ahrman, and hes more than just my bodyguard. Hes my most trusted companion, my valet and commander-in-chief.
What a name your valet has! Mary laughed. Did you say Ahriman or something?
Something. Robert smiled.
The Chief of Darkness Forces, eh? Marys eyes were iridescent with interest.
Look, little lamb, I have an awfully tense life. Sometimes its just vitally necessary to have a guy like him by my side.
Wow A nervous grimace replaced Marys smile as she felt a deep worry stirring up her heart. Please, she thought. Dont let anything happen to him. Dont let him disappear from my life so soon!
So, how did you like your new apartment? Robert asked.
Its great, Mary said, sighing. Ive never even dreamed about such comfort. Especially the air conditioner! I like it. You know, when the night is so hot
She stopped short, seeing Roberts eyes flashed, and he bent toward her. She blushed.
I see, Mary, and plead, tell me, what did you do in the heat of the night? Robert asked with his deep tempting voice.
Nothing romantic, if thats what you were inferring. Marys lips flinched with a bitter grin. I cried a lot, actually. Sad thoughts
Feeling all alone?
No. I never felt alone. Just sad thoughts, thats all. I prayed. Mary saw Robert leaned back, slightly frowning, and now her own eyes grew narrow. Do you have a problem with that, Mister Noirson?
My name is Robert.
Im sorry, mist Robert, Mary voiced slowly, and liked the rumbling sound of his name. But, you know, Im a novice, so why are you surprised that Im praising God?
No. Its just a shame that a beautiful girl in the middle of the night dreams about being buried alive instead of how she meets her true love, for example.
How did you know I dreamt that? she asked, taken aback.
Maybe I just clicked my fingers. He winked at her.
Neat! You just guessed, didnt you?
Call me lucky! Except I am sorry it wasnt such a lucky dream for you.
Mary was growing to like this compelling man, but pursued her defense of her chosen course in life. I never thought about my decision to become a nun as about ending my life.
So whats it all about then? A way of helping people? He did not look convinced.
You mean there are many other ways to be helpful? Youre right. But in my situation, when I have no other family, and no one supports me
I will.
Mary gazed at Robert, melting under such a protective comment. She tried to overcome her softening attitude and went on the attack.
It was mean to scare me half to death the other night, she said with a reproach.
Im really sorry. But I needed to talk to you, and I knew that unless I went with any less back-up, you would start fighting and not listening. I know all about you being a bit of a feisty one when it comes to beating up people. Quite the warrior so Father Frank tells me.
Mary felt her cheeks redden again.
Dont take me as a punk-girl, she said, gasping. But you have to understand its one part of my education at the orphanage I am actually really grateful for.
So you can look after yourself, hey? You dont need anyone looking out for you.
Please dont say that. Mary looked Robert straight in the eyes. No one ever protected or defended me before quite like you Thank you.
Oh I do understand you, my flower. Robert carefully took her hands. When I saw you in that green track-suit you resembled a drop of morning dew on an emerald leaf, when the sun beams touch it and wash over.
Mary swallowed hard, her mind clouded, and a hot wave rose into her chest. Her breath stopped for a second.
Wow. She didnt know how to react. Sounds wonderful to me, she blurted, but please dont pretend you didnt have rather less romantic intentions You know
If I did, which Im not going to say either way, but if I did, would you think it was unnatural? Robert laughed. And Mary smiled.
Look, he continued. Youre of age. I can ask you openly. When a healthy man meets a beautiful girl, it is natural if he has sexual desire for her. Am I right?
Mary nodded. Apparently, judging by that guy over there. She winked at him as he turned to see an empty space where she was looking.
Funny kitten! He shook his head.
Just saying, maybe there are lots of people who find the same person attractive, and maybe she should take the pick of the bunch! Mary winked at him again and freed her hands from his. She didnt want to offend him, however, and pretended to check her hair.
Mary felt that some tresses were not quite in the right place, but instead of rearranging them correctly, she slowly pulled them down. Her fingers ran through the blonde locks, and the gold cascade touched the tablecloth. She glanced at Robert, and leant on the table, propping her chin up with the gracious curve of her other hand.
She had never played with her hair in front of a man before. Mary was surprised at how pleasant she felt, looking at Roberts intrigued stare when she wrapped a lock over her finger, let it uncurl, then touched her lower lip with her fingertip. Had she known how she was affecting him in public, maybe she would not have been quite so naively sensuous.
Resembling a noble senator, Roberts valet, Roger, walked up to their table.
Im terribly sorry, sir, he said quietly. But we have to go. Weve been here longer than planned.
Robert looked at his watch, whistled and his face showed his dismay at being called away so soon. Mary felt pity for him and gently stroked his arm.
Its okay, Robert. I have a lesson pretty soon I have to go too. Ill see you tomorrow, I hope? She looked at him intensely, then averted her gaze when she realized she felt drawn to him and her feelings were far too intimate for such a public place.
Robert took her hand and she understood: he wanted to kiss it, but did not dare.
Mary took a deep breath, resolutely stretched her arm out and her reward? a smile of pleasure when Roberts lips touched her fingers so lightly, but with so much meaning.
***
After her lesson Mary went to the campus library, and worked on a computer for a while. She printed off the schedule of events for her team, then checked out the teams account balance.
It was an unpleasant surprise to discover much less money than expected.
Hmm, she thought, frowning slightly, I thought Robert had donated more Out of nowhere, at the slightest thought of his name, she was struck by a wave of passion. She savored so many pleasant sensations as her breathing grew short, and her body temperature rose. Involuntarily she stroked her chest, and was almost in a swoon, feeling her heart running wild and her head growing light. She smiled dreamily. What the heck, he would be so rich if he wasted all his money on charity
Regaining her composure, a new thought came to Mary. She picked up the report, and went along to the office of good old Father Frank. She had to wait a while until the stragglers of a regular stream of visitors left, at which time she entered and approached his desk.
Regaining her composure, a new thought came to Mary. She picked up the report, and went along to the office of good old Father Frank. She had to wait a while until the stragglers of a regular stream of visitors left, at which time she entered and approached his desk.
The priest looked at her with open displeasure in his eyes, but, nonetheless, he managed a wide all-sugar-and-honey smile.
Marys heart fluttered as a bolt of hot emotion struck triumphant.
Yes, you shrimp! flashed into her head. Look at you! Finally Ive got you! And you know it. After all the suffering and tears you have caused me, oh, thank you, Lord, Ive got you, you!
Wake up! her inner voice whispered. Its only because of Roberts patronage he has tripped up.
But it did not decrease her feelings of exultation. She bathed in the good feeling, and actually forgot momentarily what had brought her to his office in the first place.
Is something wrong, Mary? The syrupy voice of Father Frank brought her back to her senses.
Its only because of Roberts patronage, she reminded herself, trying to control her feelings.
She laid the report out on the priests desk right in front of him.
Where is the rest of the money? she asked casually. She was deriving great joy from the view she had of an ever more vexed Father Frank.
Mary, the priest said, trying to talk politely. You have to understand. Your team
Our team, Mary corrected him coldly.
Okay, okay, our team is not the only expense at our orphanage.
Fine. I agree, but for the next event you will be renting a bus, she told him. No way can we go to this place by public transport. First off, its a bad neighborhood. Im responsible for the girls safety. Second, its much too far away. The girls would be tired by the time they got there. They have been training really hard and to get to the competition half exhausted. It just wouldnt be fair.
Mary, I understand your concern, the priest said as peacefully as he could. Dont worry, youll have this ride, be assured of that.
Somehow the humble behavior of Father Frank lessened Marys sense of victory in getting a proper coach trip organized. Her heart, softened with love, could not hold a grudge against anyone. She looked at the priest with pity.
Forgive and you shall be forgiven, she cited, kneeling. Forgive me, Father!
I bless you, my child, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Father Frank crossed the girl. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
Feeling happy, Mary got up and headed out the office. She was smiling, imagining the faces of her trainees, when she told them finally that they were all going to travel to the competition in some sort of style. She was just about to leave when she was struck by a thought. Oh, the missing funds! She stopped by the door, thinking.
Ah, whatever, she decided at last. I wont let anything get in the way of the team. As long as Father Frank agrees to my suggestions, itll be fine. A compromise has to be better than a lawsuit, surely? At the end of the day, he does do a great job. And hes not a bad person, I have to admit. All right, he is a leech, but he is responsible for the whole orphanage, for Gods sake! The Bible says thou shall not judge and I dont want to judge him either.
Mary left, feeling like a huge weight had been dragged off her back.
***
In the evening, Mary was taking a shower. She turned the faucet until the water was so hot she could barely stand. The lukewarm mist filled the cabin, clouded her mind, relaxed her muscles. Mary felt herself dissolving in the murky fog that enveloped her like a thick blanket.
She slowly stroked her wet skin, so silky with shower gel. Her glorious hair was hidden under a shower cap, and she positioned herself so that her back was directly in line with the whipping stream of scalding water. She curled her upper body up, stretching with giddy dreams.
The torrent of water tickled her perfect skin, and when the physical pleasure of near pain mixed with some inappropriate thoughts of her and Robert together, Mary moaned audibly, shivering under the combined effect of such pleasant feelings.
What if Robert is watching me right now? she suddenly thought in a guilty panic. He gave me this apartment; maybe he placed some video cameras around?
She went on a thorough search of the bathroom.
Finally she got bored of that.
If he wants to, she mumbled. Let him watch! She made a few more suggestive stretching exercises, like a tigress preparing for a manhunt. She pulled the cap from her head and laughed at herself in the mirror as she ruffled her hair and posed. Mary finally left the bathroom, intensely rubbing her tingling, excited body with a huge green terry towel.
In contrast to the steamy bathroom, her bedroom was positively ice-cold.
Oh my, what an empty head! Mary scolded herself. Why did I set the air conditioner on maximum?
She turned off the offending cooler, and practically dived into her silky pajamas, a stunning emerald color that complemented her skin tone perfectly.
Finally she sat on the edge of her bed, and played some more with her hair. She shook her head, taking enormous pleasure in the feeling of freedom it gave her, and the gold cascade flowed extravagantly down onto the bed sheets. She stared at the phone on the bedside table.
Why hasnt Robert called? she thought, annoyed. I hope its not too late for me to call him?
Hesitant, she lifted the receiver and dialed the number.
Yes! Mary heard Robert answer, and her heart stopped beating for a second.
Mary, my birdie, is everything all right?
Hah How did you know, it was me? she asked, puzzled.
The caller ID, honey? Robert said with a smile in his voice. Mary felt stupid.
Agh I just want to be sure that your plans are unchanged for tomorrow.
Dont worry, sweetheart. If there was anything different, Id call you.
Thanks. Well, good night then.
Before you go, tell me, my dear, what are you going to dream about tonight? he asked with his tender yet alluring voice.
Marys eyes widened with excitement and she brushed her fingertip over an excited breast.
I dont know! she teased him. Good night!
She quickly hung up, crossed her arms to hug herself tight, and smirked. She did not know that the same self-satisfied grin was on Roberts lips too, as he looked at his own now silent phone.
Jerry
Nineteen years old, Jerry was simply an awesome specimen. Well over six feet, he was every womans dream and a jealous nightmare for quite a few men. He had such a great body for his age, already gaining the hard solidity of full manhood, whilst in contrast his clean-shaven face was tender and girl-like.
When his thick wavy mane, the color of fallen leaves, was loose and flowed down below his shoulders, it gave him the appearance of a Viking, or some kind of deity from a Scandinavian saga. The big dark blue eyes shaded with long eyelashes, and his plum, refined lips made him even more attractive, and his natural, wild masculine beauty impressed all he encountered.