THE SON OF ELI 2: LIKE A GOD

CHAPTER 19: SIGNS AND CHEMISTRY

The son of Eli turned and stared at the girl.

She cringed, her hands still across her chest, and her legs crossed at the ankles. She saw him as he was; a huge, foreboding devil with the severed head of a man in his right hand and the body in his left. He was covered with blood, his hair wild, his eyes cold and penetrating.

To her, he was every inch a demon, and she wondered if he was going to subject her to a worst fate.

There was a terror on her face as she looked at him that shocked him, and Eli quickly dropped the gruesome objects in his hands and took a step towards her. She panicked and made horrible sounds in her throat as her eyes fixed on the shining sea, and she contemplated hurling herself into the depths and drowning instead of being with such a horror of a man.

"No!" Eli said and held out his bloodied hand. "I will not harm you."

She whimpered and trembled when he removed his jeans shirt, for a moment terrified that he wanted to rape her too, but he held out the shirt, bent, and draped it across her shoulders, covering her nudity and stopping the horrible chill plaguing her body.

She relaxed a bit and looked at him fearfully.

Eli looked into her eyes in the bright moonlight, and he was struck by how young and beautiful she was. He lifted her into his arms and leapt from the canoe, landing on the deck of the boat lightly. She looked at him with incomprehension as he carried her below decks to the luxurious living area.

He saw her looking around with wonder, and it occurred to him that she was probably seeing some of these items for the very first time in her life.

Eli put her gently in one of the sofas and moved quickly to the bathroom. He washed the blood and gooey off his hands and face and then switched on the water heater before heading for the kitchen.

He spent a few minutes heating canned vegetables, beans, and sardines over leftover rice, then he went back to the bathroom and drew a warm bath.

When he entered the living area again, she sat up hurriedly and pulled the shirt around her, but he saw with relief that her eyes were not so terrified as they had been, although she remained alert.

He smiled reassuringly at her.

"I'm Eli," he said gently. "What's your name?"

She stared at him, but she did not speak.

"I've warmed some food for you, but I took the liberty to draw a bath for you, thinking you would want to wash down first."

She only drew the shirt tighter around her and said nothing. Feeling perplexed, Eli took a step towards her, and she immediately whimpered and crept farther away into the sofa, her face torn up with terror.

He held out a hand to calm her.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not going to harm you, okay? I'm not that kind of guy."

She looked at him with her big, wet eyes, and he saw that she was shivering slightly. He sighed and, wrapping his arms around her, lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the bathroom. She looked around with startled eyes, and when he put her down on the floor, she almost fled towards the door.

He blocked her path and pointed to the bath, and he mimicked bathing with a sponge. She scowled slightly and did not move when he walked behind her, took the shirt, and slowly pulled it off her body.

Eli gasped when she stood naked in front of him.

He had loved Jo, and her nakedness had always pleased him. He had not really been that much into Kate, but whenever she was naked and made love to him, it had been pleasant, maybe a bit more enjoyable than with Jo because Kate could do things Jo never did.

To him, a woman's body was a pleasant object.

But, looking at this strange girl, his breath caught, and his eyes devoured her. He had never seen any of the women shaped like this. She was amazing, her figure quite indescribable and so wonderful that it brought a rush of sudden reaction from his loins.

He reached down frantically and pushed the incriminating hardness between his thighs and held it tightly with his inner thighs. He did not want her thinking he also wanted to do to her what that brute had done.

He put his hands on her shoulder, and she cringed!

Eli scowled.

It suddenly dawned on him that she reacted only when she saw him, or he touched her. Working on a hunch, he clapped his hands loudly behind her, but she remained still.

He shouted, and she remained still.

Goodness, she's deaf!

And maybe also mute!

It explained why she only reacted to touch and sight and why she had been silent when he spoke to her. Eli remembered the books he had read in Dr John's library, and the images of the sign language came to his mind.

He walked silently to stand in front of her.

His breathing was shallower because, if she had looked amazing from behind, she was simply breath-taking face-to-face. Her elfin face, beautiful lips, amazing figure that seemed as if the Creator had spent many hours perfecting, made him weak in the knees. Her glorious, upthrust breasts with their full, long n*****s filled him with the urge to hold her in his arms. The flatness of her belly and the dimple of her navel, the lush roundness of her thighs and hips that tapered down to majestic calves and perfect feet could only have come from a wonderful creator.

Slowly, he raised his hands and used Sign Language.

"Hello, I'm Eli."

Her eyes widened instantly, and a little startled look crossed her face. She raised her delicate hands and carefully made the query.

"I'm Sarai. I'm deaf and dumb from birth."

Eli's hands froze in the air, then a look of deep sadness and pity crossed his handsome face.

"I'm sorry, Sarai," he signed. "So very sorry."

A sweet scowl crossed her face.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No. I just want you to take a bath. You stink."

This time her smile was sudden and full, and it dimpled her cheeks and set that exquisite face into the likeness of an angel.

Then she suddenly crossed her arms over her breasts.

Eli smiled and suddenly lifted her. She made a guttural sound as he lowered her gently into the bath. She gasped as the warm water closed over her, dispelling the acute cold she felt.

She seemed to forget her nudity again, and soon she was sponging and splashing in the water like a little girl. Eli knelt beside the bath eventually. He picked up a small bottle of shampoo, poured some into his palms, and gently rubbed it into her coarse hair.

She lay back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet scent of the shampoo as it caressed her scalp. He worked the lather into the roots of her hair, relaxing it, and then he made her hold her head over the tub and used a pail to wash her hair into another pail.

She was looking at him with wide and stunned eyes.

"Thank you very much!" she made the sign language.

Eli smiled at her.

She nodded and continued to enjoy the water.

Eli, on impulse, suddenly pulled down his trousers. His erection was an incriminating sign in front of him. He was deeply embarrassed and pushed it between his legs again and tried to get into the bath.

Sarai giggled and shook her head, then pointed at the juncture of his thighs because his pecker had flopped back out. Embarrassed, he quickly sat down in the bath under the lather and was pleased to see a wide grin on her face.

After they had sponged their bodies, he pulled the chain that held the plug, and the soapy water began to ebb. He quickly turned sideways so that she would not see his raging member, and she crossed her legs and her arms so that he would only see a minimal portion of her body.

He opened the two taps, and as the clean, warm water flooded the bath, they smiled shyly at each other. She turned her back to him, and he did likewise. Back-to-back, they quickly washed the lather off their bodies. There was a sudden awareness between them now, causing Eli to get up quickly to pull two heavy towels from the rack at the foot of the bathtub.

He tossed the white one to her and tied the blue one around his waist, then he quickly left the bathroom. He dried himself in front of the living area, then went to the sleeping chamber and took out one of his T-shirts and shorts.

He slipped into a robe and took the clothes to the bathroom, sticking his head shyly around the corner. The towel was around her middle, so he did not see anything to raise his temperature. Eli retreated and went to the kitchen. He served her food in a metal container, and put it on the small dining table, then went to the living area to call her.

She was sitting primly on the sofa. The T-shirt was too big for her, but she was the most beautiful thing his young heart had ever seen.

"Hungry?" he signed.

Her face lit up, and she nodded emphatically.

Eli laughed and beckoned to her.

He had a big smile on her face as she ate. She ignored the spoon and used her fingers, and her childlike enjoyment filled him with happiness, and he was glad that he was able to help her.

She ate everything and washed the plate afterwards.

He walked to the sleeping room with her and indicated the big bed, then used the sign language to tell her to take that one. She shook her head and pointed to the smaller bunk. Eli said no, he wanted her to have the big bed, but she ran to the smaller one and curled comfortably into it.

He smiled and took out a huge, fluffy blanket and covered her up to her shoulders with it. He stood watching her for a while as she feigned sleep, then giggled when she saw him still standing over her.

A few minutes later, she slipped into a contented, tired sleep.

Eli did not sleep soon after that.

He sat with his back against the other bed, just looking at that beautiful face.