It was often mentioned that Adam and Eve were a match made in heaven. They'd started dating in junior high and when he went to seminary she attended the community college next door. They'd married right after their graduation looking forward to a blissful future.
"How was the interview," Eve asked brightly as she greeted her husband with a cold drink. "Did they have any openings?"
Adam kissed his beautiful wife. For the millionth time, he thanked the Lord for bringing them together. From the gawky girl, all legs and arms back in elementary school and junior high, she'd developed into a rare beauty. Blonde hair, peaches and cream complexion, tight body. He tried to stifle the lustful feelings but he was human. She had flared hips, perfect for childbearing, large full breasts just waiting to suckle multiple babies, and the ability to please her husband in bed.
"It went well, I mean, there are no open parishes but they liked my business acumen and offered me a job in Colorado Springs. Executive Director of Consolidated Christian Charities," he said proudly.
Eve hugged her husband, "That's great, I mean I know you wanted your own ministry, but you can help a lot of people this way. When do you need to let them know?" she asked.
"I already did. I start in two weeks. This is great, no more living with your parents, a steady income. I'm hoping in three maybe four years we'll be able to afford a house."
"Wait! You said yes without even discussing it with me?" She stepped back, glaring at her husband.
"Why would I? I mean sure, it would have been a nice gesture but it's my decision. As my wife, you're bound by your marital vows," he said dismissively. "That's settled, what's for dinner?"
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"I think I'm getting a handle on all the various charities," Adam smiled as he took a bite of his dinner, "There's the homeless charities, food banks, shelters. Also, support for single mothers and battered women. We have various...What's wrong?" he asked his wife. "You aren't even listening."
"Sorry, I'm glad you're so excited about your job, but I need to do something. I could teach. I put my name in as a substitute teacher," she said softly. "I was over at the high school and they'd love to have me."
"You don't need to work. I am the provider and this position pays well. And it's not like being a housewife isn't work, there's the cleaning and cooking, and when we have children they'll need a mother here full-time," he added, "That's final," he said as his wife started to argue, "My wife is not going to work."
"Adam! You can't be telling me I can't work. I was working when we met in elementary school. Remember I was a model for Danforth's Department Store? I loved doing that and it helped pay for college." she protested. "I hate the small allowance I get each week. It's hard to buy clothes and things on $50 a week."
"Then do modeling. You had that hobby when you were young, I'm sure you could pick it up again. I do not want my young wife at the mercy of those horny high school boys. If you want to model clothes for department store catalogs, then I'm ok with it," He said. "If you're bored, why not take cooking classes or something useful. I plan on entertaining a few of my colleagues...local clerics and it would be great if you learned some of the southwestern dishes people seem to love around here." He took a sip of wine, "I'd like some more meatloaf," he said as he put down the glass.
Eve went into the kitchen wanting to cry. Hobby! She was making good money doing it but he'd almost yawned every time she'd told him anything about it. She should have seen it coming. Adam changed as soon as they were married. Before the wedding, they spent hours making out...never going all the way but almost. He'd let her jerk him off and he'd finger her passionately, but when they'd gotten into the hotel room, he'd ignored the sexy nighty she'd gotten, pulling it off her without a word, laid her back, and drove into her with no foreplay. She cried out in pain but he'd been seemingly oblivious as he humped her for a couple of minutes before emptying his balls inside her. He'd looked down at her not asking if she enjoyed it, but if she were fertile. It was painful and humiliating. On top of that, whereas before he'd ask her what movie would she like to see, what was she in the mood for dinner, it now was fully dictated by him.
Adam never said a word as she placed the second helping of meatloaf in front of him as he was looking through a folder. She hadn't expected a thank you, but a feeling of dread for her future crept into her brain.
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"Hello, this is Eve," she answered.
"Eve Purcell? This is Brian Atkins over at Atkins and Waters. You sent us your portfolio and, well, we're intrigued."
"Seriously? That's great. I loved doing those shoots when I was in high school and I thought it would be fun to get back into it," the blonde said happily.
"We got your portfolio but do you have any recent pictures of yourself? These are from, what? 10 years ago?" the man asked over the phone.
Eve sighed, "Sure. I do have some. I can take some selfies also. What are you looking for?"
"Your current figure, you know, nothing pornographic, but body shots. We need to see you from all sides. Can you do that? Do you have a two-piece? Bra and panties are good also." the man asked. "Can you ask your husband or boyfriend to get shots from all angles? At least four, you know what I mean. I'll be honest, we have dozens of applicants for this opening, but from what I've seen you have what we're looking for." He paused, "I guess what I'm saying is don't get too excited but you have a lot of reasons to be hopeful."
"Thank you for your honesty. I'll get some shots over to you in an hour," she said. "I hope they'll be ok, I'm usually on the other end on the camera," she sighed.
