The Preacher’s Son is a story that I am working on for the book, so here’s a sample:)
There he was wearing his suit on his way to church, she watched him from her car and hesitated before stopping him and saying “Excuse me, may I talk with you for a minute?”.
He paused for a moment and noticed her cropped black hair and the way it seemed to caress her neck. Why was this woman stopping me?. He wanted to know exactly what she wanted.
Their meeting was not by accident, not at all, she had planned it that was the way she was.
When her neighbour gave her a full account of what this particular man was all about, she knew she had to talk to him. She just had to, I mean wouldn’t you?
Let me share something with you, the man she was watching was truly amazing. I suppose I can tell you her name now. If you have gotten this far in the story then I guess you are just as curious as I am.
Her name is Free, that’s right, her name is Free. She was given that name because of her spirit, she never let anything or anyone get in her way. I can relate to that.
Now where was I?
Yes so she stops him, he looks at her, takes a good look at her face and she leans towards him and says “Everyone calls me Free, and you are?”. He smiled and said “Free, you know who I am. I’m the preacher’s son and I’m on my to church”.
Free was the kind of woman that liked a challenge, she let him walk away from her, but not for long. She knew he wasn’t happy, nobody can ever really be happy if all they are about was never meant for them.
Like I said, she let him walk away from her and that’s when she came running to me and let me know how she felt about him. All I could say was “Free, this is your time, go for what you want”.
Free
After that introduction, I suppose you think that I am loose. I know he is the preacher’s son. Every woman in this town knows that. But a woman can tell when a man is interested, I see it in his eyes. I saw it just now when I stopped him. He is not fooling anybody.
I work in an office close by and I see him at lunch break, at first it was just a slight infatuation, a crush even but now it is more than that. You see I’ve been waking up in the night all hot and sweaty and if I am not mistaken, I’ll be completely honest with you – well how can I put it, I woke up wet.
Now I am not talking about the sticky feeling from being sweaty, I mean soaking wet. I can see that I am going to have to be blunt here, I was moist you know, I got turned on. I had visions of him licking me, tasting me, touching me.
He wears a blazer and walks with purpose like he has some place to go and cannot and will not be stopped, I could watch him for hours.
