DarklyEverAfter (15 page)

It might be sin to carry on so, but it was Amy’s sin. For being with a woman like her could not be wrong, and I cherished the days, even if it was only one day a year.

Even with our days together, Amy found love and trust in her husband. Soon, like most couples, they found themselves blessed with another life to care for. On the hill, I often watched as her little girl, Lena played in the grass, running and giggling along the same path as her mother. In a few years, I found the money to send Lena to Paris for her graduation summer, for as her godfather, it is my duty to bless her with the things her parents can’t.

She looked like her mother, tall darkened skin and beautiful romping on the beach, naked to the world. Her bronze skin glistened in the sunlight.

Better men than I would have placed designs on her for more corrupt dalliances, but all I could think about was her mother at home and how long it would be until we met again in the parlor. As for Lena, her father suspects, but only because of Lena’s dark eyes in a sea of blue-eyed parents.

Author’s Note

If you like these stories, try one of my previous offerings, The Preacher’s Wife, a story about a woman’s her struggle to save her marriage and rid her family of a most evil demon, all with the help of a kindly fallen angel. Or perhaps a book filled with stories about regular-sized women in Hot Comfortable Women. If you need a moment of two of diversion, The Bridge might strike your fancy, and it is free.

About the Author

Allistar was born on a sultry night in New Orleans. Moving to a small southern town on his 4 month’s birthday gave him some relief from the heat, but kept that sultry feeling seething in his soul. These tendencies are reflected in his books. Allistar draws upon his southern heritage to craft many delightful stories, most with an edgy side, much like the small town worlds of the south.