Author: Jacob, Email: jacobd1209@aol.com

Sunday Morning Part Three

Just as we reach the verge of a blissful post-fuck sleep, the quiet of the morning is pierced with a shrill, violent sound. Only half awake, I reach, thinking at first it was the clock. Then I realize, "The beeper ... the fucking goddamn beeper." I say apologetically, "I'm sorry, sweetheart .... I'm sorry." I've already called the secretary even before I finish. "Goddamnit!" I scream, angrily slamming down the phone. Drew watches quietly, he's always quiet when I'm angry at the pager. I growl, "Whoever invented these pieces of shit should be shot."

Back in the bedroom I dress quickly, pulling on my clothes and shoes. "I'll be back soon, I promise," I whisper disappointedly.

"I'll be right HERE," he says with a knowing smile, "Go do your job." My loins tingle again as I think of him waiting to soothe and comfort me on my return.

I pause at the bedroom door not really thinking about the bulge forming in my crotch just THINKING about coming back home. "Go on. Get!" he says. Pointing he continues, "But first do something about THAT. You're not gonna need it where YOU'RE going."

Drew pauses and smiles that wonderfully understanding smile of his and commands, "Go. GO! Somebody needs a priest today and you're IT."

THE END