Chapter Eight
Then Let Me Be Ruined
Her next meal?
With a sly, sideways glance Elenora took my hand and led me by through the doors, past the baptismal font, across the narthex and into the main chapel, the sound of our footsteps gently echoing through the nave. We sat together in the very last pew reserved for the most unrepentant sinners, with the lovely Ms. Swan taking her position directly on my lap. I held her close, her breasts directly under my chin, so close I could tilt my head and rest my cheek in the twin pillows of her soft, abundant flesh. Her skin exuded a sweet, intoxicating aroma, an essence of wild flowers than made me want to bury my face in her cleavage and inhale the life-giving scent. We kissed, quite casually, a kiss that lingered, without beginning or end. In all
