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Early in his tenure he sensed a certain attraction that Sister
Gladys felt for him and his position and slowly, Jerome was a very
patient man, time came one night, 9.15 sharp, when he went to her
room. She graciously invited him in and the rest is history. He had
his own choices when it came to lovemaking and he made clear to
her; Gladys on the other hand knew that in order to get, one has
to give first, so she did, whatever he preferred, what his momentary
desire commanded, even his quirk of having a game played at
the start and Jerome’s imagination, creative as it was, guided him
in various schemes and stands before the natural joining of their
bodies would take. Then it was her turn to get what she liked and
Gladys had an undeniable quirk of getting on top of him and ride
to her sexual apex at her leisure, and in this Jerome was the master
who waited patiently, he was a very patient man after all, until she
was exhausted and content. This was their deal and Gladys kept
her part of it as much as Jerome kept his.
Tonight though, the image of Jerome with Mary, the firmness
of her body constituted a threat for Gladys who knew it was
very rare to find a woman in her forties whose body could compete
with the elasticity and firmness of a twenty five year old’s,
so tonight, early on she wasn’t in any mood for specials, until
she heard his promise never to visit Mary’s room again and her
desire was rekindled to its apex and consequently he deserved to
do as he pleased with her body, tonight and every other time he
would come to her bed. Gladys loved authority and Jerome with
his ways, decisions, and lovemaking inspired authority in her, but
most of all Gladys loved his fiery eyes, especially when she rode
on top of him and kept a good look at his expressions and those
eyes which turned her wild, so much energy, conflagrating power
she saw in them, she truly fell in love with Lucifer as she jokingly
called him once.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 