Girl Name Sandra..

Chapter Twenty-Four: Bloody Sunday...

Chapter Twenty-Four: Bloody Sunday...

Now the world around him became brighter and full of life, as he buried himself deep inside his love. She wrapped herself around him like a fitted glove, aching to release and to also receive more. Panting and sweating from their love... crawling and scratching from the pleasure... they could not get enough.

Both tired and satisfied, the lovely couple ended their sweet moment with a release they yearned for. Now relax and calm from the earlier moments, both asked for forgiveness with their eyes and body; in which, they gave each other closure.

Even though it was dark, Anton could see the form of his wife; her chest rising and falling with the crystal necklace still upon her neck. Her naturally curly hair brushed against his nose as she turned, so her back was facing him. The handsome man, wrapped his arms around his wife's body; giving her warmth and a kiss on the shoulder.

The next morning was calm and silent, only the church bell made a loud noise to inform everyone in the village that the morning service was starting. Everyone- elders, children, wealthy, poor, pirates, wrenches, and thieves partook into the service to hear the pastor's Sunday speech. Even the lovely couple went to hear the pastor's words of truth and blessing.

That morning, before the church bell rung, the birds chirped, the roaster sung, and even before the sun could come up and share its light; Sandra dragged her handsome husband out of bed. Knowing he does not go to church, but also pray made Sandra have the courage and effort to drag him along.

It was Sandra's first time, ever since her baptism when she was barely a toddler, stepping into a church. Josiah was not religious man and he claimed to be far too busy to take the Sunday morning off to go to a single hearing. When Sandra turned into an appropriate age to learn of such religion (Christianity) she never bothered to go, seeing that her father didn't go- why would she?...

Anton was certainly not pleased by being dragged out of bed and getting dressed into clothing other than trousers and loose shirt. He felt like child once more, the time when his mother was still alive and she dragged him to church- along with his father; who was equally annoyed of the interruption of an extra hour or so sleep.

His mother was extremely religious, but also open minded when it comes to executive decisions. Annabel LeRoy never judged nor gossip about others life; considering her life was never sunshine&daisies.

The church was small on the outside, but on the inside it was large and full of other villagers who decided to wake up at the crack of dawn. Surprisingly, Sandra and Anton managed to find a seat; unfortunately it was between an older man who smelt like rotten cheese and a woman who could not keep her eyes off of Anton- nor her hands apparently; in which, Sandra made them switch spots before sending the girl a warning glare.

"Calm yourself darling, we're in church." Anton whispered in his wife's ear while trying to hold back a laugh.

Sandra saved the girl from her icy glare that can make the sun freeze up instantly. She mumbled a few unpleasant words under her breath, but then apologized to the savior himself for being unladylike in a holy and friendly place such as this one.

The pastor soon came out of hiding and looked over the crowd with a pleasing look. Being that it's twice in the row for having a full house. The old man held a small smile upon his pale wrinkled face, his back hunched over like a hill and he walked with an oak cane. The pastor was no more than sixty years of age, however, years of working in mines as a boy and fighting battles as a young man; worn the old man out and made him look older than he appears.

"My fellow people," his voice was cracked and dry, and his chin jiggled as he spoke. "I welcome you with open arms and a mind full of words from the savior himself.... Let us first start with our morning prayer."