Adam Ash

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Saturday, April 29, 2006



She thought it was rather strange how he was looking forward to looking backward, as it were. She nodded.

“To a wonderful beginning,” he said. “May it never end.”

He wasn’t sure why he said that. Maybe that was the way his life worked. Everything always ended, with the big end coming when those towers fell down.

Their blood up from all the climbing, the champagne quickly went to Eve’s head. He wanted to kiss her, but she held up her hand.

“I’m hungry,” she said. She wanted to counteract the effect of the bubbly liquid with something solid.

“Let’s see what we have.” He opened his backpack. “Watermelon first.”

He cut two slices, and handed her a slice. They looked hungrily at each other as they bit into the cool, red flesh. She returned to her seat on the flat rock, her feet on the patch of dirt, and her back leaning against another rock. He stood on the patch and looked down at her, studying the slope of her breasts.

He finished his slice of watermelon.

A thought came to him. He went down on his knees and leaned over, kissing the inside of her thigh with a sticky watermelon kiss.

Eve drew her breath in sharply. There was a rush in her ears. She blanched as she felt this new touch speed river-fast through her body. One hand did what it wanted to do all along. It reached out and touched the back of his head. Her fingers curled in his hair, and held him. He kissed her other thigh, and then licked the inside of her thighs, as if he were a cat licking its kitten. Suddenly he stopped. He reached up to the waistband of her panties. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and helped him slide them off.

“Dear Lord,” she said, “we dedicate our bodies to Your glory. Enter this union with us, and show us the mercy of the flesh. Help us experience a heaven on earth, in the joining of our bodies, by Your everlasting Benediction. Our worship belongs to You, doesn’t it? Any pleasure we might have belongs not to us, but to You. Our focus regarding this is to do it in Your name for Your glory. Smile on us. Amen.”

Adam hesitated. What a weird prayer. No asking for forgiveness. No mention of matrimony. No promise of mortification. What was up with Eve? It all sounded mightily Non-Sanctioned. Pagan. European. He looked up at Eve. She looked back at him, straight into his eyes, challenging him to object.

“Amen,” he said. He didn’t want to spoil the moment.


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