Playing With Her Priests Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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Would Mira want her own room? Or would she flip flop between our rooms? Or should we all just share one big bedroom? This is probably a discussion we should definitely have at some point. I need to talk to my co-husband about what we are going to do from now on.

And speaking of the devil, Jordan lumbers into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. Like a zombie, he goes for the coffee pot first, pouring until his mug is almost to the brim. He takes a few sips, taking it black as the night. Damn, that shit can be like acid if you don’t add milk, but he seems immune. Some of that tiredness leaves him as the coffee sets in, and he looks over at me.

“Is Mira here?”

“She just left. She had class and didn’t want to be late.”

“Right, of course,” he nods. Jordan is probably feeling the same disappointment I am, but there is nothing we can do about that.

I wonder what degree Mira is studying for. I knew she was a student at the New School, but we never went into great detail about what she’s doing there. I’m sure it’s something artistic and soulful though, because that’s who Mira is.

Damn, there’s still so much we don’t know about her, and it’s kind of comical, come to think of it. I can’t believe I don’t know my wife’s major. Or maybe she’s too young to have a major? Maybe she’s undeclared still.

Plus, there’s a long list of new things we’ll need now that we’re married men. Like getting a couple of wedding bands. Maybe since Mira’s out for the day, Jordan and I could take care of a few things. I shoot a glance at my friend.

“You know, we’re going to have to get a little something for our ring fingers,” I point out to my friend. “We got lucky there was a ring for Mira to wear, but obviously, we need something to put on our fingers too. I was thinking we could get something made in a similar style to what she has?”

Jordan continues to nod.

“I like that idea. When do you want to do that?”

“Today. We don’t have too many plans, and since it’s a couple days until Sunday, we have some time before our sermon has be ready.” Mira is the most important thing in our lives, and I want to focus on her right now. Jordan nods.

“Today works. Let me just wake up and get ready.”

Jordan walks his still sleepy body over to the couch so he can finish his coffee. Nothing is going to be open at this time, so meandering sounds fine.

I find my laptop sitting on the coffee table and pick it up, taking a seat on the other couch. I start searching for the best jewelry shops in the city and come upon a few good choices. The bands aren’t going to be particularly fancy because we’re guys, and so they probably won’t be difficult to make. I just want them to complement Mira’s ring so that the three of us can formalize our triad.

Sunday rolls around. This week it’s Jordan’s turn to preach so he’ll be the one sermonizing. I don’t know what this guy is thinking, but he decided to do one on the sanctity of marriage, and how it has been perverted by misinterpretations of the Bible. Really, Jor? He’s getting a little too close to our own recent marriage, if I’m reading him right.

My buddy stares at his screen.

“A lot of times, we don’t understand a particular type of love, and then we automatically assume that it’s wrong. We’re told that by our politicians, our society, and even sometimes by elders that so-and-so is off limits, but we shouldn’t be so quick to jump the gun. Opening our hearts to others, and what they have to offer can enhance our lives both emotionally and spiritually.”

I nod.

“I gotcha bro. It’s just do you really want to be preaching that when we just solidified our triad? Maybe give it a little time so the matter doesn’t hit so close to home?”

But Jordan shakes his head.

“Naw, this is a universal topic, and it’s timely no matter what. Besides, who says they’re going to read into this? They probably just think we’re talking about gay marriage or transgender rights.”

I sigh. He’s probably right. Our flock likely won’t realize we’re talking about ourselves. After all, a lot of problems tend to be universal. Human beings have always struggled, and we’re here to serve as sounding boards and shepherds.

Now it’s Sunday, and my friend walks up to the pulpit as the assembly waits expectantly. He looks damn good, that’s for sure. His hair is slicked back, and he’s wearing a black suit with a black shirt underneath, making him look like an avenging angel. More than a few women gasp, fawning a bit.


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