" Who are you and how did you get in my house!?" She raised the bat up like she was getting ready to knock his head off. " Don't swing!" She lowers the bat feeling bad that she scared this homeless man half to death. " I'm so sorry that I scared you, but where did you come from?" " The doll." He pointed to the mantle where the doll was no longer at. " Yeah nice try now come with me." ~ ~ ~ She sat at her dining table watching the man chow down on her homemade gumbo. " This is really good." " Thank you now let's try this again. Where did you come from?" " Like I said the doll you brought me home from that evil place." " Keith right?" " Yes ma'am." " What year do you think it is?" " 1833." New Orleans where spirits and the dead walk freely and where voodoo can either reward your life or destroy it.

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"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

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Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.