Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 19

"I am a Lesser Djinn of Knowledge," her mouth said with absolutely no prompting from her brain. She was stunned, confused, and a little frightened. Her distress disracted her so much she didn't realize that Anthony had moved closer to her until his arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight to his chest. He reached up and stroked her hair from the top of her head to the base of her back.

"Shhhh, don't cry it is going to be alright," he whispered to her. She reached up and touched her cheek she hadn't realized she had started crying. At the words spoken from her mouth she had realized his story as outlandish as it was must be true. The realization that her father was dead sending tears into her eyes and the grief began to build in her. This stranger was holding her intimately and she knew she should pushing him away but his embrace was comforting as the pain coursed through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her fore head to his hair. She began to sob out her pain her knees slowly gave way but he held her up and did not complain when he felt her tears soaking into his hair. He felt kind of awkward hugging her like this, they had just met and he had never embraced a woman taller than himself before. He couldn't say it was unpleasant though, as tall and lanky as she was her skin was satin soft and her breast while small were at face level and right in front of him. Resisting the urge to lean forward and suck on her n****e which had hardened in the cool air conditioned air he softly stroked her hair and murmured quietly to her. After a while her sobs quieted and she let go of him. Leaning away from him she wiped her red puffy eyes and looked down into his face.

"I'm sorry," she said touching his hair to show him that is what she meant.

"Don't worry about it. I was going to take a shower anyway," he said smiling up at her.

"What is a shower," she asked.

"You know your sister asked me that exact same question. A shower is like a waterfall you can use to wash except it is inside, it is made of pipes, and you can control the water temperature. She imagined that for a second then looked into his eyes.

"Can I take a shower with you," she asked.

"You realize that we have to be naked right? Naked together?"

"You said Sar-Rah chose you as our husband so it is ok," she said blushing slightly while smiling at his nervousness. Anthony shrugged his shoulders and taking her by the hand walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water warm up. Turning he froze gaping, his c**k hard as a rock in seconds, due to the incredible sight before him. Eliza had begun stripping the linen wrapping from around her body as soon as Anthony had dropped her hand to turn on the shower. She had her small but perky breasts bared and had begun working on her legs. When the last of the cloth dropped to the ground she straightened and he took in the beauty of her fully naked body. Her height made her legs look long, and all that smooth silky skin made his mouth water. He longed to taste every inch of her. Seeing he wasn't undressing Eliza followed his intense stare and realized he was staring hungrily at her. Flushing she looked down see the evidence of his desire for her, her flushed deepened and spread to her whole body.

"Aren't you going to undress," Eliza asked him, trying to hurry him up.

"What? Oh yeah undress," he said dazedly and began distractedly pulling off his clothes. When he was naked he stepped under the spray of the shower and Eliza joined him. He took her and wet her hair then began shampooing it. She stood still and let him do as he wished moaning as he massaged her scalp. When he was done and he began rinsing the soap from her hair, she stood with her eyes closed like he told her and shivered at the feel of his hands gently running through her hair rinsing out the soap and the feel of his hardness pressed firmly against her. He then grabbed a washcloth and the soap and lathered up her body and washed her rubbing her p***y a few more time then was need just so he can listen to her soft melodic moans. Finished with her he pushed her back under the spray and began to wash his own hair. Seeing what he was doing Eliza took the soap and washcloth and began to wash his body. Running the soapy cloth and her free hand all over his body she finally came to his erection. At her first tentative touch it jerk and she hesitated for a moment. Looking up into Anthony's face she saw him standing there looking down at her just letting her touch him. She gently gripped him and stroked him a few times and he moaned at the feel of her hand on him, she released him and stood after only a few strokes. He wanted to pin her against the wall and take her right then and there but he held himself in check, closing his eyes to block the sight of her and slowly counting down from one hundred until he was fully in control of himself and not his hormones. They finished their shower and got out and dried each other off and then he had to find something for her to wear.

She was taller than him so Liz's clothes wouldn't fit and all his clothes except the ones Sar-Rah had altered for him wouldn't even fit him anymore let alone her. He looked at her and remembered his mother was about as tall as her maybe a little shorter and her clothes were still in her closet. Neither Anthony nor Liz had the desire to clean out her closet. Just the thought of going in there upset Anthony but Eliza needed something to wear until clothes could be arranged for her. He paused at that thought, there were seven sisters how the hell was he going to cloth and feed seven more people he thought to himself as he walked down the hall to his parent's room. Pushing open the door he walked over to one of the two separate closets. His mother had used one and his father the other. He reached for the door to the closet and his hand froze inches from the door. He didn't want to go in there as he stood there trying to force himself to enter the pain from the loss of his mother hit him again and his outstretched hand began to quiver. His eyes dilated and he began to breath heavily, gasping for air as if he couldn't breathe. Eliza stood there watching, she had followed behind him completely naked, she was concerned he seemed to fallen into some kind of stupor and she wasn't sure what to do to help him.

"Anthony," she tentatively called his named but he did not answer. She walked around to in front of him and stood in his way and shouted his name louder. Slowly his eyes shifted to her face and began to focus on her. When he came back from where ever he had gone he sighed and rested his forehead against her chest and she stroked his hair comforting him in the same way he had comforted her.

"In that closet are some clothes that will probably fit you well enough till I can get you some of your own. You will have to get them yourself I can't go in there."

"Why can't you what's in there," Eliza asked him curiously.

"My mother's clothes and all her other belongings are in that closet. She is dead and I don't think she would mind if you borrowed some," he said he backed away from her and left the room. Opening the door to the closet she saw two dressers and some clothes hanging from rails. Walking to the first dresser she opened the top drawer and saw it was full of under garments so she closed the drawer. She might be borrowing someone else's clothes but she wouldn't wear someone else's panties. Searching quickly she found a pair of jeans that fit her snugly and a silk t-shirt and

quickly dressed. She walked from the closet backwards closing the door and turned. Anthony sat on the edge of the bed face in his hands.

"I can smell her scent from over here," he said into his palms not even bothering to lift his head. She groped for a way to ease his mind but couldn't find one so she changed the subject.

"Didn't you say you had to go to school," she asked him.

"Yes but I can't just leave you here alone," he replied.

"Then you can take me with you, I wish to see your world. How long have I been in that bottle anyway?"

"Uh what year where you born, and at what age did you go into the bottle?"

"By your calendar I believe it was the year 949 B.C. when I was born and I was imprisoned at the age of eighteen," she answered.

"Well now it is 2012 A.D., so you've been in the bottle 2943 years give or take a few months," he said absently as he did the math in his head. When his statement was met with a profound silence he turned to Eliza. She had a stunned look on her face and he felt sorry for her and the rapid changes being thrust upon her without her consent. Eliza began to panic, inside her head her thought whirled trying to come to grips with this new information. She wanted so badly to know what was going on, and then she did. As soon as she made the conscious decision that the she wanted to know something the information flowed into her mind. Nearly three thousand years of history technology and culture flowed effortlessy into her mind along with the last moments of the High Djinns conversation with Sar-Rah and she understood what was going on. She was awed and thought to herself so this is what a Djinn of Knowledge could do. Blinking dazedly up she realized she was on the floor looking up into Anthony's worried and frowning face as he asked her what was wrong and ran his hand over the back of her head to make sure she hadn't cracked her skull.