It was mid-afternoon when Lewis finally checked his pages and realized Parker had issued the call-back. It was then that he saw that Candace had put out another call-back marked urgent.
Months of waiting and he was off fucking around when the most important moment of his life was occurring.
Lewis returned to the Limo telling Barrington to get some rest but while in the Limo he called Parker for more information.
Did we get God?
I don't know.
You don't know?
She's beautiful and nearly blew every circuit we had out on retrieval.
She? If God was a 'she' Lewis knew he was in major shit.
Yeah. The trawler had her over a hundred per cent match to our parameters. If she's not God she's pretty close.
What do you mean 'pretty close'? Is she or isn't she?
Look Ricker, I don't know. She's talking double talk. She's in your office now.
My office?
We had to get her out of here, she's very distracting.
How?
I don't know. I can't describe it. She's got to be seen to be believed.
Seen to be believed, indeed. The elevator seemed to be moving in slow motion from the car park to his office. It might have been faster to take the stairs, he thought.
Was God female? Did it matter? No, not really. Although considering his recent problems it would be ironic.
Impatiently he came out of the elevator and moved to his office door, it recognized his approach and opened for him. For the moment he was undisturbed that it wasn't locked. He entered and there she was.
Seen to be believed, indeed. He stood there at the door, well just a little inside from it actually, as it began to close on his entrance.
She stood there, at the wall of windows, sun streaming its last orange rays inside his office, moments from disappearing behind some distant building. Warm light both in tones and temperature washed over her form making her deep red hair glow. Why had no one mentioned she was naked? Why had no one offered her something to wear?
She turned at the noise of the door opening, her eyes were brilliant blue sapphires catching each speck of light and reflecting it like beacons. She was naked, he thought again and thank God he wasn't as the erection formed. She was sensuous and most desirable indeed.
Her form was full, not waif-ish like those anemic super-models they put on his book covers and in the film adaptations. She was a real woman, sensual, round, healthy, firm and in every way the superior physical specimen.
Hello Lewis she said in hushed tones, breathy and again he felt his member ache for release. He suddenly realized he was staring and on that awareness he smiled, true honest desire, pure lust had washed over him as the first real emotion he had felt in months.
How does she know my name? An assumption maybe, the door had opened for him and this was his office. There was no reason to believe she was stupid.
Did uh... he floundered then cleared his throat, are you cold? he asked when what he wanted to say was do you want something to wear? She looked at him, then looked AT him, at his clothes and with a most casual glance she looked at her skin.
Her hands wandered up her body, her finger tips caressed her torso, tracing a line up the abdomen and between the breasts, goose pimples shot down her arms with a chill, she smiled and then as it faded she looked at him plainly.
Fine if I stay this way a bit longer?
He shrugged, attempting to behave nonchalantly while trying to hide his boyish delight and catching himself sneaking glances her way.
You may look all you want. She said as innocently as anything. Is she reading my mind? Nonsense, anyone could have figured out what was going on in here. He flushed a bit, or maybe it was a blush and then regaining composure he moved to his seat behind the big desk he was going to use to hide his bulge. She moved to the black leather sofa and sat on it without making a sound. Half turned, facing him but also half facing the warm rays of sun.
Isn't it marvelous? she asked.
He looked toward the windows, glad his desk was in a corner and spared that. She seemed to like it. His eyes flitted around her form, how smooth she was and then with a sudden realization his gaze froze. She's anatomically correct!
The thought struck him hard for although he was unsure if he believed there were higher powers, he was sure he they wouldn't have features. All things aside, he thought, she's just a woman, a glorious specimen sure but just a woman all the same.
Is someone coming back? he asked now, all business.
I don't believe so. she replied sensing the change.
Who brought you in here? he asked again while shuffling files on his desktop.
The angry one and the priest. she said.
The 'angry one'?
Aries.
I see, he replied and looked at her eyes again.
A moment passed and then she said as plainly as one might comment on condiment selection Jesus had a penis.
Religious or not the phrase evoked a reaction, a reaction of shock for sure, his mouth opened, and his head went back and forth as his brow furrowed forming a response.
You dismiss me because I have a vagina, She said, I have a uterus, an anus and a working set of bowels too.
I... was all he could say.
My point is I could hardly claim the whole experience without all the working parts. She said flatly.
Jesus was the SON of God! he protested, are you claiming to be God's Daughter?
No. She said flatly.
I understood you to be an Angel, was this incorrect? he added.
Not in the strictest sense. she repeated.
So Angels have vagina's now? he asserted.
They have what you gave them. she replied.
Me?! Oh, so I'm God now?
Hardly, but the matrix you entered in that machine came fully loaded.
Now Lewis was confused. I'm sorry, you mean you don't look like this where you come from?
She looked down, her hand stroking her smooth thigh, we're not of physical form, at least not in this way, so no I don't look like this there.
Lewis noticed her nipples harden, absentmindedly he asked Are you cold? to which she looked up and shook her head without comment.
This is all new to me, she started and then rose pacing around his office. It's impossible to explain, it'd be like getting a shadow to understand three dimensions or four.
So you don't have bodies? Now he was confused.
We're not corporeal. We have a sense of self without senses, there's no hunger or pain but with that there's no pleasure or sensation.
She stopped at the window running her fingers along the cool smooth glass. It's a perfect place.
Sounds boring. Lewis stated.
It isn't because you're not aware of want. Perfect serenity. No wants. Like a Dream State or fantasy. Contentment.
She turned her head resting her cheek against the glass, starting at first at the shock of the cold but easing into it she continued, We'd line up for millennia to spend mere hours here but never retain knowledge of this feeling.
Slowly her body eased against the glass, a sharp gasp as her breasts made contact with the glass, soon her whole upper body leaned into it.
The sight of her against the glass mesmerized Lewis. She really was experiencing all this for the first time. Then he suddenly realized that her nude form would be visible to nearly every building facing them and even though it was Saturday he was sure at least a few would be looking.
You'll get too cold if you stay like that, maybe even catch a chill. He warned as he stood.
She slowly peeled herself off the glass entertained by the faint imprint her body oils left behind, touching the glass as she pulled back and smiling as she responded to him.
You're worried about people seeing me?
A little, he replied as he went to his coat rack and picked up his overcoat to offer her.
You shouldn't be, I'm far from worried or embarrassed.
She refused the coat and walked behind his desk to where he was, sitting in his place, enjoying the feel of the velvet chair against her skin. There's a lot I want to experience while I'm here.
Is that allowed? he asked.
She stopped caressing her face with her fingertips long enough to lean forward into a pose Lewis knew to invite desire, My dear Mister Ricker, once given a body one is foolish not to experience all it has to offer.
We are told the Son of God resisted temptation throughout his life, you consider him a fool?
Her fingertips had made their way to her lips, a sensual delight beyond anything she'd yet discovered, and she paused here to respond. It was his purpose. But I would not have refrained.
I wonder what your boss thinks about that? Lewis replied not expecting her tone to shift to anger and certainly not as explosively as it did.
He's not my boss! As quickly as it flashed it subsided. She leaned forward, bridging her form across his desk, climbing toward him. Her lips moist and parted, her breasts swayed above the reflective surface of his desktop providing him with a view that would have killed an older man in his place and as sweetly as possible her breathy voice said, You will help me with this won't you?
Huh? was the best he could do faced with the image before him, from Trillium or anyone else he would have taken it as the sexual prelude it looked like but from an Angel? An innocent he would have thought but now he was not sure.
Show me the ropes, teach me the technique, I know what you've written but without senses its difficult to understand, now I can, I want to. All of it. Her face so close to his now, her right hand came down, slowly, sliding between his legs until it brushed his growing erection. I know you want to and I want you to.
You want me to? He barely said.
She nodded her hand between his legs, pressing his groin as it held her up while she grabbed his collar and pulled his lips to hers, releasing herself to slide across his desktop as their lips met and she experienced her first kiss.
As if on autopilot he caught her, took her to him. Dazzled at the smoothness of her skin, the delicate lightness of her form, his hand came clumsily up her body and as his tongue began to explore the sweetness of her mouth. Two fingers brushed over her nipple causing her back to arch and a soft moan to escape from her mouth.
Oh yes. she said in a voice impossibly more sultry than before and as he kissed her neck he could feel her breathing grow heavier and her hands fumble to undo his pants, release his member and take her innocence.
Then it happened. He stopped. He stopped and pulled her to her feet and stood back from her.
What's wrong? She asked. Did I hurt you?
No.
Then continue, please.
No. This isn't right.
Right! Right as in proper? As in moral?
I don't know what you are?
I am a woman, in the flesh, and prime. I am interested, engaged in the first acts of sex and desiring completion.
You're an angel, or God herself and you're also an innocent to this. This isn't right?
That's very odd coming from one who had has done to women what you have.
Lewis stopped and turned to her. You are judge now too?
Judgement will come later. There is hunger and desire and now I am feeling, frustration. You will finish!
Lewis started for the door. I told you I can't.
Can't or won't? She called out after him in a challenge.
He stopped and turned to her. Her in all her glory, more sexually desirable in her feral state now than she was a moment ago in arousal.
Won't then. And then he turned and continued toward the elevator without another word.
