"*ding* You've matched with Jack," Ellen's phone sprang to life. Ellen was more anxious than she was excited. This was the fifteenth match in the last two days, and still nothing to show for it. Ellen wrote back immediately. She was standing in front of Jack's apartment door within an hour.
Ellen Jackson, MD PhD JD FRCS had been extremely sheltered throughout her 37 years. She remained focused on her studies, undergrad and Law School, JD, passed the bar, PhD, MD, studied abroad, became a surgeon, and ultimately specialized in neurosurgery.
She had a year and a half before she started her graduate medical education and decided that that if she was ever going to get married and have a child, this would be the time. It was February, and according to her calculations, she had exactly 6 days to become pregnant in order to deliver the baby in time to restart her education.
Ellen, when turned sideways, was almost invisible. Skinny and short, Ellen was never interested in styling her hair, wearing makeup, or fashion. She could best be described as utilitarian.
While her CV was very impressive, in-person job interviews often got in the way of the most prominent positions Ellen sought. An extremely devout Christian, Ellen made a promise to herself and to God; to wait until marriage for any sexual acts. That goal held true for over 30 years.
Jack Florence was a frat boy in college, he majored in economics and got a job on Wall Street after college. Jack didn't have a gym membership, never worked out, but somehow maintained six-pack abs. Everything in Jack's life was easy, including tonight's date.
Jack's co-workers had a contest to see who could corrupt the most innocent woman. Jack and his crew made profiles on Christian Mixter and Only Fish; their profiles portraying each man as the most wholesome and godly of men.
Bob, the current leader, endured seven months of blue balls before finally convincing an eighteen-year-old youth group leader with long, blonde hair and double D's that their age difference was holy since all of the men in the bible married younger women, that giving head was not a sin, and that since anal sex wasn't addressed directly in the Bible, it didn't count. By the time Bob was done with her, she was a dancer at a strip club and gave handies for a ten spot in the champagne room.
When Jack saw Ellen's profile, he knew immediately that this was a home run. He showed the guys her profile. Comments began immediately, "Shit, she's a fucking 37-year-old virgin?" and "Fuck, look at all of those degrees, and she has a cross in her profile photo background," and "Well, shit, take my money."
This was going to be Jack's Magnum Opus, a debauchery worthy of the Gods.
Day 1
Jack pulled out all the stops, he laid out religious books and magazines around his apartment, hung crosses on the walls, and made sure everything secular was hidden and tucked away. He even hung a cross on the outside of his door.
When the doorbell rang, he was just putting the final touches on a couple of throw-pillows with scripture verses stitched onto them that he had picked up from a thrift store a few months ago.
Ellen stood nervously at the front door in a button-up shirt with a broach, a knit sweater and a long skirt with a floral pattern. She wore thick gray tights with a floral pattern sewn into them. There was not an inch of skin showing outside of her hands and face.
Her sandy brown hair covered her ears and neck, and her bangs touched her eyebrows. Her eyes were grey with flakes of blue that sparkled when the sun shone on them, not that anyone had ever noticed.
Ellen had worn make-up only a handful of times in her life. Tonight, she applied a bit of rouge to her cheek bones and nose. She added just enough mascara to prove to anyone within five feet of her that she, indeed, possessed eye lashes.
She did, however, go way overboard on the hot pink eye shadow. While it was her first-time wearing eye shadow, it was not her first-time wearing lipstick, however you'd never know it by looking at her that night.
Jack smiled brightly when he opened the door and saw her. He placed a single daisy in her hand as he invited her in.
Ellen immediately recognized the worship music playing on the stereo. She placed the daisy on the table and removed her shoes.
Jack could only imagine the bush she was hiding as he walked her over to the sofa. He sat very close to her, their knees angled in towards each other. Jack started out asking some basic questions and did a great job of feigning interest.
"Were you always Christian, or did you convert?" Ellen asked, attempting to gauge Jack's worthiness.
"I've always been, you?" Jack asked to keep the conversation moving.
"Same, I've never missed a Sunday."
"How blessed" Jack smiled as he heard this. Jack excused himself to get them some water, but also set the thermostat up to 85. "Which congregation are you a part of?"
"Holy Sacrament, I was baptized there." Ellen smirked just a bit as she beamed at herself, then quickly looked down at her hands.
"Damn it," she thought to herself, "why do I have to be such a braggart now? Ellen, calm down and knock off the crap." She was being extremely hard on herself for her indiscretion.
Jack noticed the sudden change in Ellen's demeaner and decided to start the exploitation.
"That was very boastful, Ellen. I'm going to have to ask you to kneel and pray for forgiveness." Jack guided her to the apartment's entrance and held her hand as she knelt on the stone floor of the foyer.
Jack turned off the music and started making dinner. When he was finished, he returned to where Ellen was kneeling, placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked her in the eyes.
"Ellen, your eyes are beautiful" Jack helped Ellen stand, placed his hand in the small of her back, and guided her to the table to eat.
Jack sat and waited, his hands folded in his lap, and smiled at Ellen. Ellen was confused. Was she supposed to serve him? She stood slightly in an effort to begin dishing up the food. Jack frowned slightly and placed his hand firmly on top of her lap.
His hand was on her upper thigh and his grip pressed deeply into her thin leg. There was a slight hitch in her breath as she dropped back down into her chair.
Ellen felt warmth in the pit of her stomach. She knew then that Jack was a good Christian man and would make a suitable mate and father. She had just six days to get him to propose, marry, and impregnate her, in that order.
Ellen looked down at Jack's hand on her leg. His hand was strong and powerful, his fingers wrapped half-way around her leg, his thumb almost able to reach his fingertips. Ellen had never been touched like this before.
The feeling was intriguing to her, physical, rough, she felt as though she were being manhandled. She also felt a sense of comfort and ease in his grasp. This is something she agreed to herself that she could live with. His hand wasn't hurting her physically enough to sting or leave a mark.
Jack seethed, breathing hard through his nose, teeth gritted tightly. "Please, allow me." Jack released his grip and recited a short prayer. He then dished up both plates. He waited for Ellen to grab her fork, then grabbed her wrist with force.
"Gluttony, Ellen, will not be tolerated. Come."
Jack lessened his grip but guided her by the wrist back to the foyer. He held her wrist as she knelt and released it as Ellen folded her hands in her lap and tucked her chin to her chest.
Jack then returned to the table and ate in silence. Once enough time had passed, he returned and pulled Ellen up by her wrist and guided her to the table. "Would you like to clean up, or should we just end this now?"
