He removed her gown completely, smooching her all round. "Sexy legs."" Today you're seeing it? ""It's getting more sultry""Am noticing changes, anyway."Don Marcello tugged down her pants to her thighs.Oh. It was a mess! Her fluids were still gushing down to the bed. He carried her like that, half dead to the bath basin and like a sinful undertaker, cleansed her, meddled with her thing, carried her back, and requested hot chocolates for her. Taking the hot chocolates, she sobbed, placed back the cup on the center table, and coiled inside Don Marcello who did not abandon her but had sat next to her, encouraging her to drink her hot chocolate. "I hope am romantic," he asked her. She nodded in his arms. "But today is my worst day." she shivered. "Stop sobbing. What do you mean by the worst day?"Still sobbing, he revealed what she passed through, "Looking into your eyes, I said oh, I wish our child would be like you because I am pregnant.""Maria, what did you say? " Don Marcel
He went back to Parish A. The hidden camera captured the detailed quality of Priest James' cassock. Off the town, he found a good tailor and commissioned him to produce a similar cassock he has. He tested the fitting of the D-I-Y cassock and the masked face. He was like the priest he saw. Yes! Preparation is more important than an operation. He ran down to a dealer's shop and selected a similar white Toyota (cat eye)Once a man dies! Once a man dies! He drove out. Sharp 6:30 am he has to be with Melissa and intimate her before the real priest arrives at 7:00 am on the dot as he arrives daily but the gate of Heaven, for the first time will not open. How many priests now? The man in charge of security will ask himself, and match out cautiously to screen the priest in the car. He would ask him, " Excuse me, sir, did you forget something? If I had gone. "If I have not gone, but safe or dead inside, he would raise alarm."Don Marcello. This is obvious "Despite the critical
He was thrown into the chasm, the first to be thrown in there. He gritted his teeth as he landed on two legs, and limped, holding one knee like he smashed that leg on something hard. But the leg has no shoe. The other leg still has. It was not yet dark. He saw a brief plank and sat on it, on the grasses, his back on the base of the coarse wall of the structure called house. He was tired and his back was in pain. He felt his chest pocket and unbuttoned it. He lit his cigarette, his back still wedged against the coarse wall, and his eyes were closed. If he had no cigarettes in his pocket, he would have died. He kept smoking one stick after another until he dropped himself down, lying on the plank but folded his knees, his one leg still in the one shoe. He felt protected by it. When he jumped awake, it was night. " God! Oh God...!" he was shaking, thanking God. The snake did not move fast even with the jump and stagger. It crawled over his neck and now moving silently and slowl
Don Marcello. You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! She wrote the curses continuously on a piece of paper and gingerly went to her kitchen window and threw down the piece of paper in case he was alive, in case he would see it and read it. Don Marcello, EoT( eyes on target)at the site of the refuse dump where he cleared the grasses, a piece of white paper tossed down, fell on the refuse dump. His waist creaked but he managed to get up and from the refuse dump began to open the paper. It was initially rumpled.Melissa, not satisfied by what she did, wanted to hear him. To know why all the embarrassment? Why did he leave his ex, to come after her? She wanted to know if he was mad. His actions had defied explanation. What kind of love is he professing now? She shook her head and fell on the bed crying but controlling her cry. Up, she went to a drawer, loosed a thread from its roll wrote the worst expletives on a piece of paper, and tied the long thread to it with a pe
"Once a man dies!" Don Marcello, his hand turned the lever of the parlor door down and like a spirit, he exited, and moved from place to place, until he located Capo Carlsbad's office and entered it.The clock on the wall was 2:00 .On the light? No. Where to start? Where you start? Where to start?Thinking of where to start as he sat in Capo Carlsbad's swivel chair, his forehead rested on the desk. It was a deep sleep. His intention: Since he would be out, the last effort was to garner the information that would ruin Melissa's husband's economy. She will be forced to reconsider her adamant stance.He was thrown up by the opening of the office door.But he was swiftly safe in the store. He crawled into the only place available? The maid briskly walked into the store and took a mob, a pail, and an air freshener.He knew he was covered but did not know what covered him but he knew he had nailed himself like in a coffin, no scrawling out, no sideway movements. What the military calls
Don Marcello. Would he regret it at last if Melissa finds a suitor? Young madam, as she was known by the domestic staff sat at her vanity table doing the final beauty regime as she does. She had just been attended to by the chief maid who styled her hair. But in her situation, she hears and obeys those inner voices: A little retouch, here, yes. All to get back her husband's attention Picking her little comb for a bit of a retouch in her hair, hoping she would look cute, she felt a movement of somebody walking in. It was Don Marcello, her husband. He stopped at her back groaned her name maiden name and handed her an envelope. Her eyes glittered with the envelope bearing the maiden name: Melissa Cole. "Toasting afresh?" Her fingers trembled, pulling out the paper in the white envelope. Exasperated, she rested the back of her neck on the edge of the chair at the vanity table. A while later, she read it again. A divorce paper duly signed. "Don Marcello." she nodded. It dawned
Melissa saw a restaurant out of Cosa town and entered. The manager came in. One of the service girls told him," The girl sitting down there...yes, in a floral gown, she said she wants to see you for a job, maybe."He gazed at her. " Yes, Ms. Can I help you, please? " he asked as he walked to her. She had stood up." Can you kindly offer me any type of job here? I am also stranded," said Melissa."What kind of job!" the manager felt sympathetic rather. Taking her to his office, she asked if she could bring her bag in?""Oh! Do you have a bag? Get it in." he permitted.She pulled it along, up into the restaurant."This way," She followed the manager and left the bag in his office foyer.Sitting before him, he asked her why she was stranded."For now, we have no agenda to employ. The guy that washes plates in the kitchen works hourly."Melissa said." I was driven away by my boyfriend at Cosa.""You want to have transport fare to go home?""I want to work and make a living.""Okay. Tha
Melissa Gets Suitor Mrs P, the MD of the Cottage came around the restaurant cum lodging, seeing Melissa asked, " Who is this? ""She was employed last year, Ma," the chef answered her."Come, keep the plates," she told Melissa.She switched off the plate washer and walked out to the door where Mrs P stopped. "Have you been working as a kitchen attendant?"Melissa," answered firmly," No, Ma. But I am catching up.""No. Come, come, come." she took her away, and entered her office with her." Sit down. You are from where?""Cosa," she answered."Why did you seek for a job?" She fixed eyes on her. "My boyfriend quarreled with me. So, I was stranded. I felt I needed to fend for myself.""How old are you?""25 years"." Did he abuse you?" "No." "Were you engaged to him?""Yes. We were married. He divorced me. ""Okay, you are divorced. Fine. Have you worked in the office once?""No. But I have a degree in economics.""Good. Good. You will be of help. Have you had your breakfast? " "No.