Hotness of a man

Nagging feeling

“How about I go change and do a

little packing and meet you in town. I

suppose we really shouldn’t wake the

pastor up right now.”

I sighed and said, “I suppose not.

Okay.” She hopped out of the truck and

ran for the house. I watched her go

smiling.

The Lord sure did work in

mysterious ways. I started my truck and

eased out of concealment and started

down the road. It certainly had been a

day of extremes. Now however, I found

myself smiling from ear to ear.

That all changed though, as from

within I had a nagging feeling that something is about to happen

*****

Samantha’s p.o.v

Samantha flipped light switches on

and threw off her pajamas and quickly

donned a bra and a pair of boy shorts.

She snapped on a blouse and pulled on a

skirt. A skirt seemed more appropriate

for a wedding than the pants that she

usually wore.

Then in a mixture of smiles and

happy tears she slammed the majority of

her clothing into two suitcases. This

cabin was very nice, but she’d rather

live with Steph in his little shack any day

of the week.

It was all she could do to snap the

suitcases closed as she hadn’t taken the time to place her clothing appropriately

in order to make room for closure.

“There, it’s done!”

Seizing the handles she turned

toward the door and abruptly dropped

both suitcases. There was a man

standing in the doorway and it wasn’t

Stephen.

The big man grinned oafishly at her

and said, “I come to play with you.”

Meeting his gaze Samantha very

calmly said, “No, I don’t think so

buddy.”

He frowned at that and was about to

say something when a big fist came out

of nowhere and sent him crashing into the side of the doorway. The fist strikes

kept coming and the intruder had no

chance of mounting a comeback as the

savage hits resounded with bone

crushing force over and over. Within 30

seconds the man was a pile of smashed

up pulp on the floor.

*********

Breathing heavy I blinked away the

hazy blood wrath that had overcome me

and left off beating the man before I

killed him. I wiped at the sweat on my

face and took in the imagery of Samantha

calmly standing in her bedroom not

having moved an inch from her original

spot.

She smiled and said, “I’m ready to go Honey. Do you think big stud that you

are, you could bring my bags.”

She headed for the door and moved

past me and I glanced back towards her

bags.

“Don’t worry about him I’m calling

the police now.”

Numbly, I nodded and moved

forward to pick up her bags. The girl

had a plan and at the moment I was

content to follow it.

We gave our statements at the town

office and as the sun came up we were

married. It had been a sleepless night to

be sure, and yet I wasn’t tired right now.Samantha lay back in my arms, gazing at

me as if she was the cat that had eaten

the canary.