"WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, STAYING OUT THAT LATE AND KISSING YOUR CHARGE?" God inquired. I cowered in a corner of the sofa. "YOU ARE NOT, AT ANY COST, TO ENGAGE IN THAT TYPE OF ACTIVITY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME PERFECTLY?"
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, shaking. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what came over me. You have my word, Sir, that it will never happen again, Sir. I’m extremely sorry.”
It’s not the simplest thing in the world to keep your voice from breaking when God is yelling at you, you know?
“I apologize, Sir.”
My theory was, that if I kept apologizing sincerely, He’d let me off easy this time. I’d just have to keep from kissing Nick again. Boy, was that going to be hard.
Then, I heard laughter. Grandpa appeared in front of me, laughing his bald head off.
DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HER FACE? OH, I’VE NEVER BEEN THAT GOOD!!! God hooted. The strangest image in the world popped into my head right then: an old guy with white hair rolling around on a could in a toga laughing his head off.
I’M NOT AN OLD GUY WITH WHITE HAIR AND I’VE NEVER WORN A TOGA, God corrected gently. Suddenly, there was a figure in front of me.
“HOLY HOOEY!!” I gasped. “I see why they made you God!”
Think of the most incredibly gorgeous guy you can imagine. Magnify his looks by about a billion and you’ve got a little fraction of God. Put his fair-skinned, muscular body in a tank top and straight-leg jeans and you can’t dispute why anybody--namely the ladies--made him God.
“Yowch. Can I have you as my charge?” I inquired, daring to look into the amber eyes framed by almost white-blonde hair hanging around his shoulders.
“No, I don’t think so,” God said. Even his voice was gorgeous. I was about to overheat or pass out. Or pass out from overheating.
“It’s all right if you would like to get involved like that with your charge, but you cannot go any further than kissing. Am I clear?” Mute from beauty, I nodded. “Now go back and find your boy. Only he can see you now, so take care not to let him be thought insane, all right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed. Tucker almost rolled his eyes as he grabbed my sleeve, dragging me out of my room. “Wait!” I cried, pulling out of Tucker’s teeth. “Can I bring him back here, if he wants to come?”
“Anything’s possible.”
“WHOO-HOO!!”
“One more note--if you died a virgin, you have to stay a virgin. Otherwise you go downstairs.”
I gulped loudly and giggled nervously, swallowed and walked out of the room. When I had conjured myself back to Earth, God and Grandpa burst into hysterical laughter again from God’s recent tease.
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