"Chocolate Marshmallow"
"Good morning!" The pastor opened the door early Sunday morning, a tray of breakfast in hand. Ruth groaned as he put down the tray on the nightstand and opened the lilac curtains. "Yes, Sir, it's going to be a good Sunday. I can feel it. Something on the horizon is coming!"
"Baby." Ruth stretched her arms and looked at her breakfast. It was eggs over easy with two strips of bacon on one plate with some strawberry jammed toast on the side. In another plate, Belgian waffles stacked to the hilt with fruit and whipped cream on top. "Oh, baby, you outdid yourself! You didn't have to make breakfast for me."
"I want to, sweetheart!" The pastor crawled in the bed, kissing his wife. "You did a lot this past week. I want to do some of the work too. It's a marriage and I want to treat you like a queen."
"And I always wanted to treat you like a king when your days are dark." Ruth placed her hands on his cheeks. "Do you remember when we were first married, we had out little tiffs?"
"Yeah. I wasn't so kind to you. I had my father's expectations in my head. You know, 'women should always work at home while man provides'. That kind of deal. You...you were very feisty. That is one of the things I love about you, babe. You're passionate with your views of the world. You want to see equality, peace within parties, our country united. You took care of me while I studied to be a pastor.
"Because of you, I realize the ideology of my father was trash. Women are never second-class citizens. Women are strong in their own ways. They might even want the same rights as men want. Eve wasn't made from Adam's foot so man could step all over women."
Ruth picked up the tray and started eating some bacon. "Yes, and you have changed me too. Back then I was rebellious and wild. My tattoo of my sunflower proved my wild days. I loved to go to parties and club, see the people dancing. I still love to go dancing, but with you by my side. You taught me to be control my temper. You calmed me down when I was at my worst. You stayed with me when I thought I was alone.
"My views of the world isn't as kind as it is now. I believed women should have the power. And out of spite, they could make those males feel how they felt. But, babe, you soon changed my view about men. Not all men are ruthless. Not all of them crave for a piece of tail. And Eve wasn't created by Adam's head so women can control men."
"God knew what he was doing. He picked Adam's rib to create his wife. That way, they can walk side by side."
"And joining at the rib, the couple is unified. It's not just man and woman."
"I agree. The world has changed, and I'm joyful about the expansion of love. Speaking of love, when we finish breakfast, maybe we can make some of our own."
Ruth looked at her husband, biting a waffle with whipped cream. The cream smeared on her upper lip and dribbled down her chin. "Babe, what about your sermon?"
"Don't worry, lover. I know the sermon by heart. I know what to say to the congregation this morning. Right now, I would love to make my Ruth the most beautiful woman in my world."
"And you are my best man in mine." The old couple kissed and laid on the bed. The tray was on the floor with syrup filled plate as the bed rocked beside it. There were moaning and squeaking as the couple made love. Everything turned out splendidly. Unfortunately, during their sexy part of their love making, the phone rang. Ruth's legs coiled around his hips. "Don't answer the phone, honey. Let the machine handle it."
When the answer machine activated, the other line hung up and the dilactone buzzed through the room. The couple shook their heads as the pastor thrusted his manly shaft inside his wife's sexy body. "I hope the call wasn't important." Ruth said. Samuel huffed as he moved his hips more. "Okay, baby, time to step up."
"Oh, yes, Daddy! Churn your wife like butter! Pound me, pound me
harder
!" Ruth demanded, enjoying his passion. When they were close to a climax, the phone rang again. The pastor cursed at the phone. "Dammit! I'm gonna throw that sucker out the window in a minute!"
"Babe, just answer." Ruth said. "I'll nibble on your neck while you talk."
"Nice to keep me in touch, honeybunch." He turned on his back and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Pastor. You remember me?"
The pastor's eyes bulged. "Oh dear, not you!"
"Oh, you do remember me! Well, the grapevine buzzed all day. I heard from it your community is infested with a perverted cameraman."
Ruth, kissed and sucked on her husband's neck. The pastor groaned at the right time. He got it together and replied on the phone. "Listen, we are taking care of our infestation as you call it. We have security installed so that he wouldn't take pictures ever again."
"Which is why I'm intrigued! I saw the vans. Oh, someone posted pictures of them on Facebook. How convenient for me! I will make sure to defend your community."
"Wait a second..." The pastor turned his head as his wife moved under his arm and licked his pit. His boggled as he talked. "Whoa! Well...Hillary, that is rather kind of you. However, we don't know who's doing it."
"I know! When we investigate the whole case, we'll find the perp! And I get to squish him with my toes!"
The caller, Hillary made a maniacal laugh as the pastor shook his head with disbelief. Ruth kept licking his pit as he talked. "Hillary, if it is a strong case as you claim, I say you have some dirt."
"I might. But I won't discuss it via phone. I want to talk about it with the others in person if you don't mind."
"Okay, but why are you calling me?"
"The other people refused to listen to my call. And you obviously know how to spread the word."
"I spread the word of Jesus, not some random gossip!"
"Whatever. Just tell Billy boy I'm coming to Camp Hattawata. Keep in touch."
"I sure will." He hung up the phone. "
NOT
!"
"Babe, who was that?"
"Hillary Fox, that manipulative lawyer of Reginald's estate's opposition. She is coming here to talk about our problem."
"What problem?"
"Exactly. If feels like she knows something we don't."
Well, believe you me, the pastor wasn't the only person that had a rude awakening. I was sleeping in my bed when my smartphone went off. I was groggy and my arms were numb. It took me forever to officially wake up. And the phone was still tweeting! I sat up and picked up my phone to answer. "What's up?"
"Kendra? Are you okay?"
"LaShawn?" I asked. My own older brother called me out of the blue! He doesn't usually call me. No, I was the one who calls him. It's to let him know I'm doing okay day-by-day. Man, his voice was shaky! "Bro, I'm all right. I didn't get in any painful situation."
