A Sinner and A Novice
"Who the hell is calling at this hour," her husband asked once he realized what the clatter was that pulled the sleep from his eyes. Her husband had no idea what the hour but with draperies pulled back the night looked complete through the ice-glazed window panes that looked out on the snow covered yard and the back forty and the scent of their late night romp into the perverse drifted out strong as the bedcovers settled back following his wife's hasty flight to answer the house phone.
His wife ghosted silently across the oriental carpet on the tips of her long pink toes. Her footfalls on the hardwood in the hallway faded as the distance between husband and wife grew.
Cassie was gone for a time during which her husband refused to let sleep intervene. He waited out the fear that came with needing to know the worst that might befall and demand the need for such a late night intrusion.
Back-lit by the lights streaming down the long hall from the kitchen his wife stood shapely and long in the doorway and announced, "It's Jimmy
"He's too drunk to drive...again...
"Truth is he can't find his car."
"Where is he?" Chris asked.
"He's at the Peirce Arrow Pub in the village. He's still on the phone. What should I tell him?"
"Tell him to stay put. One of us will be there in forty minutes. It'll take that long with the snow and all..."
His wife stepped her bare feet into the Sorel snow boots just as Chris stepped into the kitchen.
"Must be your turn to collect the holy man," her husband said as he helped her into her down parka.
In the first five weeks of the new year, Jimmy Parker had called under similar circumstances on three occasions. His bout with depression followed his expulsion from the seminary just a semester away from ordination. Parker refused to divulge the reason for his expulsion. Having been on the receiving end of her cousin's confusion since puberty Cassie assumed Parker's aversion to celibacy the reason for his dismissal.
Cassie turned sharply on her husband and put her hands on his shoulders.
"He asked again, Chris. Like he did the last time..."
The
last time
since was just three weeks since. On that Thursday night in question Parker professed the belief that while he was too drunk to drive or think clearly he was sober enough to provide for either of them a good time if they helped him out of his cloths and worked his member to its full measure. With the dawn the following day, a Friday, came the realization that drink had won and made him incapable doing either of them as promised. Parker's failure to achieve proved a major disappointment. Cassie and her husband had worked themselves into a frenzy in anticipation. Both were ready to comply with any suggestion offered.
"Bring him back here," her husband said.
"You're okay with it?"
"Yes, Cassie, whatever," her husband answered and rushed her down the stairs.
In her rush to collect her cousin Cassie failed to reset the security system from the front seat of her VW bug. Chris managed to reset the system and silence the beeping within the thirty second window allowed by the security company. Green lights showed across the board on the control panel hidden out of sight in the pantry off of the kitchen.
The drive from the pub to home was uneventful but for a swipe of Cassie's lips to Parker's at the start. The hesitation came once Cassie pulled into the snow covered driveway and set the parking brake. She hoped to secure her cousin's participation in the festivities she and her husband had discussed she asked "Take your dick out Jimmy."
