buried Jonah Noble was a perfect day to be alive. The sky was a brilliant blue, the summer sun warm through the leafy trees. The flower beds that bordered the cemetery were a riot of reds and yellows.
Jason Luke stood with the milling crowd of mourners on the edges of the grave. There were hundreds of women, each of the m dressed in black, each of them sobbing softly, as the priest performed the burial service.
“Here lies Jonah Noble…” the elderly man began in somber tones. The group of bereaved stepped a little closer, flattening the green grass, gathering close together as though to take comfort from each other.
A woman cried, and another followed. The sounds of grief became a soft undulating sound that seemed to hum in the air.
Jason Luke fell to his knees, on the edge of the grave.
For a moment, the crowd fell silent. The elderly priest lost his way, and his voice faltered. He looked down at the author, and reached a kindly hand down to help the man up. Jason Luke shook the man’s hand away violently.
“No!” Jason Luke shook his head. “No. I have to be sure…. I have to be sure the bastard is dead!”
A note from Jason:
Oh, how sweet this was. The suggestion of me attending Jonah Noble’s funeral was simply a temptation I could not possibly resist. I liked this scene… but readers didn’t seem to share my desire to see Jonah dead. It remains one I truly enjoyed writing!
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jonah finds Tiny leaving the training room .
Tiny came out of the training room like a thief, pulling the door slowly closed behind him. He paused beyond the door, tensed and listening. I stepped in front of him and he flinched in shock.
“What were you doing in there?” I asked mildly. I leaned in the doorway casually. I had my hands in my pockets.
Tiny faltered, then looked acutely embarrassed. “I .. I was wondering what you had in there,” he confessed. “I was trying to figure out what made you so good with women.”
I smiled. “Tiny, no amount of toys will make a man a good lover,” I explained. “Arousing a woman is something that comes from within the man. It’s in his eyes – the smoldering way he looks at her. And it’s in his voice – the confidence and command in his manner. It’s in his hands – the way he turns a touch into a caress… and it’s in his imagination. It’s the way a man kisses, and where he kisses. It’s the sensuality, and the suppressed passion… all those things make a man a lover. They’re things you learn, not objects you can purchase. Making love to a woman is a skill and a craft…”
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
First morning waking up together .
I turned my head slowly and studied Leticia’s face. She was laying on her side, facing away from me. She had her cheek cupped in the palm of her hand and I raised myself up onto my elbow and touched at the strands of hair that lay across her brow.
Her eyes were closed, her long delicate lashes interlaced, her breathing deep and peaceful. I traced my finger across the flawless perfection of her skin and her eyes fluttered open, milky grey for an instant. Then she turned her head on the pillow until she was looking into my eyes. A soft loving smile spread across her lips and she made a contented sound in the back of her throat like a purr.
She was naked beneath the sheet. She closed her eyes again and moved her hips. She arched her back like a cat, pushing her pelvis back in silent invitation, and I reached beneath the covers and pulled her towards me. Leticia gave a brief, soft gasp and then we began to rock together slowly, joined beneath the sheet and moving our bodies together in an erotic slow dance.
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jason Luke and Leticia slow dancing under the stars on a rooftop while Jonah watches.
I felt my blood turn to ice. I felt a soft red mist begin to burn behind my eyes. I stood quietly
Jason Luke stood with the milling crowd of mourners on the edges of the grave. There were hundreds of women, each of the m dressed in black, each of them sobbing softly, as the priest performed the burial service.
“Here lies Jonah Noble…” the elderly man began in somber tones. The group of bereaved stepped a little closer, flattening the green grass, gathering close together as though to take comfort from each other.
A woman cried, and another followed. The sounds of grief became a soft undulating sound that seemed to hum in the air.
Jason Luke fell to his knees, on the edge of the grave.
For a moment, the crowd fell silent. The elderly priest lost his way, and his voice faltered. He looked down at the author, and reached a kindly hand down to help the man up. Jason Luke shook the man’s hand away violently.
“No!” Jason Luke shook his head. “No. I have to be sure…. I have to be sure the bastard is dead!”
A note from Jason:
Oh, how sweet this was. The suggestion of me attending Jonah Noble’s funeral was simply a temptation I could not possibly resist. I liked this scene… but readers didn’t seem to share my desire to see Jonah dead. It remains one I truly enjoyed writing!
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jonah finds Tiny leaving the training room .
Tiny came out of the training room like a thief, pulling the door slowly closed behind him. He paused beyond the door, tensed and listening. I stepped in front of him and he flinched in shock.
“What were you doing in there?” I asked mildly. I leaned in the doorway casually. I had my hands in my pockets.
Tiny faltered, then looked acutely embarrassed. “I .. I was wondering what you had in there,” he confessed. “I was trying to figure out what made you so good with women.”
I smiled. “Tiny, no amount of toys will make a man a good lover,” I explained. “Arousing a woman is something that comes from within the man. It’s in his eyes – the smoldering way he looks at her. And it’s in his voice – the confidence and command in his manner. It’s in his hands – the way he turns a touch into a caress… and it’s in his imagination. It’s the way a man kisses, and where he kisses. It’s the sensuality, and the suppressed passion… all those things make a man a lover. They’re things you learn, not objects you can purchase. Making love to a woman is a skill and a craft…”
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
First morning waking up together .
I turned my head slowly and studied Leticia’s face. She was laying on her side, facing away from me. She had her cheek cupped in the palm of her hand and I raised myself up onto my elbow and touched at the strands of hair that lay across her brow.
Her eyes were closed, her long delicate lashes interlaced, her breathing deep and peaceful. I traced my finger across the flawless perfection of her skin and her eyes fluttered open, milky grey for an instant. Then she turned her head on the pillow until she was looking into my eyes. A soft loving smile spread across her lips and she made a contented sound in the back of her throat like a purr.
She was naked beneath the sheet. She closed her eyes again and moved her hips. She arched her back like a cat, pushing her pelvis back in silent invitation, and I reached beneath the covers and pulled her towards me. Leticia gave a brief, soft gasp and then we began to rock together slowly, joined beneath the sheet and moving our bodies together in an erotic slow dance.
In Stefter’s Humble Opinion
April, 4 th .
Jason Luke and Leticia slow dancing under the stars on a rooftop while Jonah watches.
I felt my blood turn to ice. I felt a soft red mist begin to burn behind my eyes. I stood quietly
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