When he arrived at the airport, he did exactly as he has been instructed. He exited. He found a taxi. He gave the directions to the driver and, carrying only a backpack, he planted himself sheepishly into the back seat. Having never been to this country before, obviously he'd never met her in person. Yet, undeniably, here he was taking a taxi to an unknown location. If he stopped and considered it even for a moment he felt like a gullible moron. There, in that taxi, he did stop and consider it and he felt like a gullible moron. He began to wish the taxi wouldn't reach its destination, and would just go on driving through winding roads for all eternity. But, of course, the destination was reached. This happened about 30 minutes later. He stepped out of the taxi. And so it was that he found himself looking upon a normal and unremarkable, but pleasant, house presumably situated just outside a town or city centre. He hadn't seen fit to even check on details of location so he was completely at the mercy of the incumbent, even if they were not who he believed them to be.
He stepped forward slowly, vividly savouring every step, totally aware that some sudden and irreversible shifts in the story of his life was about to take place. He reached the peak; the single elevated step and then the tall, self-assured door that stood upon it. His first knock on the door was feeble. It was predictably feeble. He steadied himself. He hit the door again, harder, aggressively to compensate for his rising nervousness. It was like something a jumpy child might do.
A vision appeared in the deeply glazed and intentionally distorted window before him. He could make out a blurred and fair face although the glass was too callous to allow him to see any of the face's features. It was just a featureless face framed idyllically by neatly combed long blond hair which, in turn, was draped over a white shirt. The window didn't see fit to extend below the chest but he could see that she was slim and well kept. It was, he thought, as if he were a blind man who had been given break through surgery and was gradually permitted to gaze upon blossomed femininity for the first time. Even before the moment of reveal, while this glass mask remained, he knew he was blessed. She didn't say anything. She didn't open the door. She didn't do anything. This brief delight of overwhelming religious eroticism slipped away, or rather gave way, as the more familiar nervousness returned.
-Um, hello?
-This is not acceptable.
She didn't see the need to raise her voice despite the door that separated them. So he could only just make out what she had said. Her voice was calm but also condescending, like an erudite teacher who no longer sanctioned the students even to provoke the slightest animation upon her face. She was well aware that she had no need to raise her voice.
-Oh, right, um, hello, Goddess?
The intonation in his voice rose pathetically as he spoke; he knew there was a chance that this wouldn't please her either. His inclination was well founded.
-Hmmmm
She drew out the expression of thoughtfulness, in a sassily sensualised manner and then gave a short exhalation of amusement.
-You have come from the airport?
-Yes
She didn't respond.
-Yes, Goddess
There was another drawn out pause and he began to notice how cold it was.
-Well, I imagine you are dirty then. You can't enter this place in your current state. It's out of the question.
