TRUE MAN

PRIORITY

As Brad neared the door, hesitance spun him around and directed him to his seat. Just as he neared his desk, desire overpowered him, and he paused. He made a sigh of desperation, flung back his head and looked to the ceiling as if for the glimmering hope of an answer. What do I do? Lust placed a blinder over his acknowledgement of truth and directed his focus to his burning and unmoving desires for Dorna; then like terror, pressing against strong and opposing winds, Brad pushed towards the door, opened it and stood as still as a concrete post.

                “Brad,” her face lighted up with smiles, “I decided to surprise you today.” Brad still could not move.  He could not believe what he was seeing: a frightening deterrent to his pursuit, a salvation from Hell, an unexpected block from his target: his wife. Is this really happening, another failed attempt at breathing in Dorna? Maybe, this was God helping him. The questions kept storming through his mind from every angle.

Lisa’s lips were moving, but he was not hearing her over the resounding accusations of his conscience, the what-ifs, and the growling recession of his mighty emotions, coming from what was, his fierce determination to sin. What could have been worse than this moment? He wondered. What? Hell flashed across his mind.  Now, there was an answer.  Somehow, his mind and all of him that was temporarily lost, began to stagger back into reality.

“Brad. Brad. Brad. Brad.” Lisa wondered if she was talking to the doorpost or her dumfounded husband, who was obviously too surprised to see her, and it did not seem to her, a welcoming surprise. She felt a little embarrassed, but she trusted Brad, so she thought nothing of it. This was her first in a very long time, visiting him at his office, but they had so much of an awesome time the evening before, that she decided to continue the sweetness with a visit with the man she loved, and whom loved her as much. She could not help, but notice that verbally wealthy Brad, had nothing to say now. He just kept looking at her like a frightening dream. “Brad, come on. I know that it has been a long time, but so long that you have to be so surprised?” Her eye brows lifted, and there was no smile on her face.

                “Oh… oh…oh…oh my God. Oh Lisa! Oh wow! You are… What are you…..Wow! It is so good to see you. Gee! Oh. So, to what do I owe this…,” he had to show delightfulness, “this glorious visit?” He shifted his body from blocking the door. “Come! Come on in.” As soon as she entered the office, he closed the door, and with his hands still covering its handle, he rested briefly, his nervous and still dumfounded body on it: from his head to his bottom. He drew deep breath, then rush towards a chair and pulled it out for her to sit. She sat briefly, just to help him ease back into reality. It was working.  He was looking at her, dazed and pulverized by what just happened. He did not want her to feel bad or suspicious of him in any way, so he excused himself, rushed to the restroom, shook himself up a bit, washed his face, dried it,  drew in a deep breath, then went back to her, revived. “I’m here!” He was all smiles now: rubbing his palms together, pouting his stomach and proceeding with a delightful conversation with his wife. Lisa liked this Brad. She knew him.

Once again, he was soften by her softness and gentleness towards him, and he remembered again why he loved her so much. His lunch hour was blissful: filled with chats, laughter, a scrumptious meal of pork rib drizzled with honey mustard sauce, mashed potatoes served with chimichurri sauce - his favourite -and a rainbow assortment of vegetable salad, a homemade fruit drinks and cheese cake - his favourite and love. He made love with her. He was never able to turn away from her commanding beauty or the profundity of her love for him. It moved him to respond with all that he had.  Her love was never shy of its fullest truth, and it bathed him. She was fully woman.

Morning woke the Philemon’s with its  goodness and tranquillity, and although the night was filled with love, their readiness for the day was at its peak; the power of love pervaded them and strengthen them with zeal.  Lisa was a splendour that Brad could never deny. She was a gentle awesomeness that wrapped his soul with the nourishment of truth and a burning power that made him to hold and pull all that she was into all of him, and into all that he ever would be.  He loved her. He knew it. She was the cleft of the rock, and he knew he was safe there, so why couldn’t he shake Dorna?