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I would love to release the large globes and feel their weight in my hands.Again—Church. Funeral. Inappropriate thoughts.
My cock danced in my pants at the thought, not caring it was neither the time nor the place, and I was forced to adjust myself. It had been far too long since I'd taken a woman.
The doors crashed into each other as she pulled them forcefully closed on her way out.
Outraged mourners turned to each other.
“Well, I never! She should be ashamed of her behaviour,” one elderly woman exclaimed.
“She should be run out of town,” said another.
“Blasphemy it is! What's our world coming to when the dead aren't shown respect?” blustered a middle-aged man.
The minister wiped the spittle from Esther Turner's face before returning to his position behind the pulpit. He waited for the congregation to settle down.
“Sorry, George. Such behaviour in a house of worship. You should report her to the police.” The congregation muttered in agreement with the elderly man.
The minister lifted his arms, signalling for quiet. The gathering respected his request and fell silent.
“Natalie Lewis has not had an easy life. I can tell you, Esther Turner was not the best of grandmothers, so I think we all need to forgive her granddaughter's actions today.”
I had no idea what George was talking about. I hadn't known Esther—my elderly neighbour and friend, had any living relations. She’d never mentioned anyone, and we'd spoken often.
What the fuck was going on?Why would Natalie spit on her dead grandmother? And, in a church of all places.Esther had been such a nice woman—Hadn’t she?
Esther had helped me and my two brothers when we decided to start up our building business by telling everyone who would listen that we were the best builders and renovators in the area. Her recommendations had brought in more work than we could handle as her circle of friends reached far and wide.
I tapped Neil on the shoulder and let him know I’d be outside. He nodded as I slipped from the pew. I wanted to talk to the intriguing woman if she was still nearby.
~*~
Once outside the chapel, I glanced around. Natalie was nowhere in sight. Disappointment settled heavily in my gut.
Deciding to take a look around, I descended the steps and headed to the side of the building. I found Natalie on her knees with her back resting against the brickwork and head supported on one hand. A rogue tear had slipped down her cheek, and she swiped at it angrily. She looked broken as I strode to her side.
“Are you okay?” I offered Natalie my hand to help her back onto her feet.
She flinched and lifted her face toward me.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.”
She hesitated before placing her hand into mine, and whoa…Every nerve in my body danced a jig when we touched. Her eyes darkened as she studied me. Had she felt it too? I couldn't be sure.
Once on her feet she pulled her hand free and brushed dirt from her skirt.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Fine, just peachy, fucking fine. If you'll excuse me, I have to be going.”
Natalie turned and started away from me, but for some unexplainable reason, I didn't want her to go until I had an opportunity to speak with her. My palm still radiated heat from her touch.
“Have lunch with me, Natalie.”
Natalie spun around and her eyebrows raised towards her hairline. “I beg your pardon?”
I stepped closer. “Have lunch with me. You're obviously angry so it might do you good to talk to someone about it and get whatever it is off your chest.”
She thumped her fists on her hips. “Sir, I don't know your name or the first thing about you. I don't have lunch or anything else with strangers.”
