So I did something else. I searched the Internet, looking for some information about those odd necklaces and pendants Marissa wore. I spent hours looking, but found nothing. The closest thing I could find was something that archaeologists thought was a symbol for a Babylonian fertility goddess. Other than that, there was nothing. Maybe I was making too much out of this, I thought. Maybe my imagination was just running wild.
But Greg was clearly frightened of something. That wasn’t in my imagination. I decided to put it all out of my mind and focus on other things — like graduation. I had planned on proposing to Marissa after I graduated and taking her with me back to Kentucky for a visit, so I focused on that.
Two days later, Marissa pulled into the garage. Greg and Addy pulled up behind her and parked in the small driveway. I met them all at the door. Marissa and Addy looked giddy and Greg looked — different. He had the same facial features, but there was something different in his attitude. He gripped my hand firmly and smiled.
“Good to see you back,” I said. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I have in my entire life,” he said with a wink and a smirk. “Honestly, I feel like a new man, with a whole new lease on life.” He pounded his chest with both hands and inhaled deeply. “Nothing like fresh air to get you going.”
“What happened to him?” I asked Addy. She smiled before she spoke.
“It was his turn, and he’s now a new man,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “Just think, if you marry Marissa, it’ll be your turn someday.”
“So I’ve been told,” I said. After they brought Marissa’s things inside, Addy grabbed Greg’s hand and pulled him to the door.
“We’d better get going,” she said. “I can tell Greg’s horny as the devil right now.” Marissa shot her an icy look. “You know what I mean,” Addy said. Marissa’s face softened, but I noticed the change and wondered if this was really the same man I saw just a few days ago.
Marissa grabbed my hand and pulled me into the master bedroom, where she fucked me senseless for what seemed like hours. She even seemed to emit an inhuman growl as her body shook from her orgasm.
The next day, she asked me about my plans for the future.
“Well, I’d like to go visit the old homestead after I graduate,” I said. “I haven’t been home for quite a while and I’d like to catch up with old friends.” She nodded her head.
“And I suppose you’d like me to join you?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said. “It would only be for a week or two and then we can come back and get on with our lives.”
“I can put in for vacation time,” she said. “I’d love to meet the people who raised you.”
“One of them is a pastor,” I said. “That means you’d need to come to church with me, just once.” Her face darkened for a moment. “Trust me, church back there is nothing like it is here,” I said. “Just one time, that’s all I ask. I’ll never ask again.” She looked nervous.
“Just once?” she asked.
“Just once,” I said. “The music and the feast after the service is well worth it, trust me.”
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