away and then up the stairs to an upper level. Truly there was more to work with him than she had at first thought, if he could have the heart to listen to her, as he had and walk away from his impassioned desire to have her. She had never thought this would work, but now it had and she had her own part of the bargain to live up to now.
She slipped off the bed and onto her knees. What did she say? Thank you that I'm not being raped right now didn't quite seem to fit.
"Thank you for moving a mountain for me Lord that I couldn't even begin to move by myself!" Yes, that was a better more inclusive way of putting it.
"Now what?" She said out loud poised on her knees thinking.
"Lord show me some way that I can fulfill a need of his other than having sex with him." It was kind of embarrassing to even bring the word "sex" up in a conversation with God, but then since He had been the one to create it He must know what it was all about then.
John had kept his end of the bargain, which meant one day not so very long from now she would have to as well. Her cheeks flushed red. She might be doing a lot of praying about sex soon enough. She'd promised a lot and she knew next to nothing.
She didn't see John the rest of the day and well into the next, which is when she grew concerned. Cautiously she made her way throughout the floor in search of him. She made a few grisly discoveries of rotted corpses, but that was it. She made her way up to the next floor really hoping that he wasn't going to bite her head off or worse for disturbing him, but in a way she had signed herself into the position of caring for him from now on.
She found him in a plush looking business office. It was a corner office, which once had no doubt offered a beautiful view of the city. The view now was much less so.
John was sitting in a chair facing out at the city. Something didn't seem right about him.
I heard her come in and I traced her movements across the carpet. She was standing in front of me now.
"John are you sick?"
I started to shake my head, but that hurt too much.
"Headache…… Bad one…… The pills aren't working." I said softly in a cryptic fashion, as it hurt even to talk.