3 comments/ 76585 views/ 2 favorites Devkumar Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Chapter 1: The Son of God Submissively and silently, as if stepping forward to be willingly sacrificed at his altar of light dozens, hundreds, and thousands of devoted men and women from the world over came to him wearing only the sheerest white robe to cover their nakedness. They dropped their robes and stood with their legs apart, their arms outstretched, and their heads lifted back with their eyes closed ready to experience him. There they stood before him hiding nothing, wanting nothing, but expecting all that is everlasting and all that is truly important to take with them to Heaven when it is their time to go. Born again naked as they were when babies, baptized in his name, as soon as he neared them, as soon as he touched them, and as soon as they felt his energy burn inside them and transform them, they opened their hearts and submitted their mind to him giving him control of their destiny. Now, filled with his love for them, they were free to partner up with one another, marry, and have children in his name. Free of man's judgment, no one saw their nakedness. The rest of the crowd stood in awe wanting to be next and wanting to experience his miracle, too. Free of fear, of shame, of pride, of envy, of lust, they freely gave themselves to him. They subjected their will and gave their trust to the power of one man, the Son of God, Devkumar. One by one by one, as if giving them communion, he touched their forehead with the tip of his finger. Before his touch, they had released their disbeliefs with their robes and now naked in their desire, they quivered with a sexual orgasm before collapsing in sated afterglow. He was surrounded by devoted men and women who believed that he was the Son of God and they received the sensuality and sexuality of him in its purest form. Like the twinkling star of Bethlehem that led the three wise men to baby Jesus, you couldn't help but see it from a distance. You were drawn to it and mesmerized by it, a cross cut from a large, flawless single diamond seemingly suspended within a platinum circle. It was magnificent. "Behold the light of the diamond cross!" No one has ever seen such a jewel. Prominently displayed, it hung from a platinum chain that rested it in the middle of his torso moving ever so slightly with his breathing, with the expanse and contraction of his chest, and with the movements of his arms. The light never failed to catch it and to bedazzle all who basked in the shimmering presence of it and by the spectacular sparkle of it. Such an unearthly gemstone must have surely fallen from Heaven. When the light caught hold of it and illuminated it, you could not look away from it. The splendor of it held you prisoner to its energy. Some saw beauty, others saw strength, and still others saw knowledge. As if shooting out tiny angelic Tinkerbells, the diamond sent shimmering rainbows of color that danced magical energy around the room. The diamond invigorated the spirit of those who saw it. When staring at it, unable to look away, the light from the diamond sucked you in a tunnel of brightness and pulled you forward to surround you with a swirling, illuminated vortex of color. Those who stared into the bright light of the diamond compared it to having an after life experience. Immersed within the brilliance of the diamond, the illumination of it erased your mind, freed your spirit, and made you think of nothing but Devkumar. As if holding a spotlight of enlightenment, empowering you with knowledge, and inviting you to step forward to follow him, he raised his diamond cross to the level of his forehead and slowly turned in every direction to shower the crowd with its brilliance. Somehow his thoughts flowed through the diamond that now sparkled on and illuminated you. Occasionally, he paused to catch the eye of someone, a disbeliever in the crowd, shining the light on him or her until they submitted to the synergy of the diamond and its holder. Instantly hypnotized by its sparkling, bright light, those who stepped forward from the throng surrendered their will to the beauty of the diamond and to the will of him. It was magical. It was miraculous. It was amazing. In a world of hustle, bustle, grief, and stress, it was unexplainable that one man could charm so many to believe that he was the Son of God. Was he the Son of God? If you stood within the crowd, if you witnessed the actions and reactions of all those around you, and if you felt the energy of him through them, and saw the beauty of the diamond, you would believe, too. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." For those who came closer and met his gaze, there was something in his eyes that made them utter his name, "Devkumar." Then, when he held out his hands and took their hands in his, they felt his energy flow through them like an electrical current that surged his peacefulness to them. He closed his eyes and bowed his head and spoke to them without moving his lips and without speaking, but they heard his voice in their mind. There was a resonance in his voice that held them completely still without making a sound, except to whisper his name, "Devkumar." At first they felt small, inconsequential, and powerless. Then, when he filled them with his spirit, they felt free, empowered, and strong. They believed that they could do anything, "Devkumar." His energy that surged deep inside them gradually emerged in a chant, "Devkumar, Devkumar, Devkumar." To be continued... Devkumar Ch. 02 When he looked at them and spoke to them through them is when he filled them with the essence of his being and the song of his soul. Uplifted and free, they soared. They were helpless to do anything but to say his name, "Devkumar." It was then they knew that they were in the presence of the Son of God. It was then they knew that they were blessed. It was then that they knew they were chosen and that they were a holy disciple of Devkumar. Those who saw him couldn't describe him. Unable to give height, weight, and hair and eye color, for both men and women, the only description of his appearance they offered was that he looked spiritual, holy, and at peace. Those who heard him couldn't impersonate his voice. For men, it sounded like a male voice, soft, confident, and reassuring. For woman, it sounded like a female voice, soft, confident, and reassuring. It sounded like you were talking to yourself but through him. He was forevermore your consciousness and your conscience thought. He was you and you were him. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." The crowd chanted the song of his three syllable name in synchronized, musical unison. Somehow, he channeled his thoughts through you. Suddenly, you thought of things you never considered. With the release from the smallness of your little life, you felt enlightened and empowered. You felt powerful, positive, and strong. Gone were your negative thoughts. Gone was your stress. Gone were your pitiful problems. You felt free. You felt spiritual, holy, and at peace. Everything was cast aside for him "Devkumar." Everything that was important to you before was replaced by him now. You forgot those who you loved and couldn't remember their names. You loved only him. You were happy and at peace. Nothing else mattered to you but, "Devkumar." You never wanted to leave his presence, but when you did you left him a better person. You carried away the spirit of him that ignited the aura of you. Free of foolishness and troubled thoughts, you left him to carry his message that you were a follower of the Son of God. They said that those he touched were healed. They came from all over to be healed. He prayed without words. His followers prayed without sound, silent with his thoughts embedded deep inside them. There was no need to speak. They were enlightened. A revelation, an epiphany, a new horizon of universal thought and an understanding of the meaning of life muted their voices. They understood without words. Conversation was unnecessary. "Devkumar." It was eerily silent with tens of thousands of people assembled before one man without sound. Mind over spirit and spirit over sound, they were his army of silent angels. They were one with the universe. They were an army of one willingly in his control. Their soul purpose of existence was to follow Devkumar. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." They chanted his name before the service and after his audience and wherever his motorcade went their chanting followed. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." He emerged from nowhere. Rumors spread around the world that he was the Son of God spirited down from a mountaintop. Everyone wanted to see him, hear him, and touch him. Other than his name, Devkumar, and the hypnotic trance that he held over all who stood before him, no one knew anything about him. Someone lifted his fingerprints from a glass and sent it to the FBI for analysis. There was no record of him. He didn't exist, no birth certificate, no driver's license, and no credit cards. He was a ghost. Newspapers called him a spirit. Followers called him the Son of God. "He was from a holy place," he said pointing within his chest when asked where he was from. Those who did not know him considered his answers evasive. Those who were not yet enchanted by him disbelieved that the Son of God was here now. Why? Why now? Why did he come? Those who followed his teachings knew he was incapable of telling an untruth. He always wore white cotton pants and a white tunic top that when the sun passed through the thin material of his clothes lit him up like a spiritual candle. The only piece of jewelry was the prominent display of his diamond cross that hung from a platinum chain. There was something in his face that made you want to befriend him, follow him, and believe whatever he preached. He was a holy man, but he preached no religion. Suddenly, wherever he appeared, there was a crowd. Those who wanted a private audience with him gladly paid the ten million dollars in cash he requested. He said he had no religion, but he had a non-profit church, the Church of Vishvanath, the Church of the Lord of the Universe. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." Those waiting to see him to appear on the giant teletron screens chanted his name. He was good. He was kind. He was most holy. He spoke the truth. They said whatever you asked of him came true. Whatever you wanted from him, he would give to you. He didn't care what it was you asked for, he gave it. He left the judgment to you. They thought he was a magician, a hypnotist, and a charlatan. Only, those who paid their ten million dollars left him receiving whatever they wanted and at peace. Those who paid him money did not ask him for money. They asked him for the things that their money could not buy, love, understanding, truth, knowledge, and peace. Those who asked for evil were the agent of their own destruction. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." He said only one thing before giving audience to their wish. "Consider your wish." He said only one thing after granting their wish. "Your wish is granted." To be continued... Devkumar Ch. 03 The Son of God Dawn knew the hotel where he was staying. She worked there as a hostess for five years before she married Joel, a man thirty years her senior and had to beg to get her job back. Joel, a regular customer, had swooned Dawn with kind words, gifts, and attention. He told her he was rich. He told her that he could give her the things she wanted. He gave her lies, heartache, and abuse. He was a controlling man who wanted to dominate her and she was tired of being feeling like a victim. She fled when he wanted her to quit her job and stay home to care for him. Like all the rest of the world, Dawn had been following the emergence of Devkumar. She hung on to the belief that he was the second coming of God in the way that someone would believe that they would win the lottery one day. Already, she was a devoted follower. Mesmerized by him as if she was in a hypnotic trance, she had already relinquished her free will to his power. If only she could have a private audience with Devkumar, she would finally receive everything she deserved to receive in life. If only she could have a private audience with him, her life would change. If only she could bask in the glow of him and touch him, she would live the good life that his disciples now enjoy. Since she didn't have the ten million dollars that he asked for to have a private audience with him, she had a plan that she hoped would work to get Devkumar alone, if only for a minute. Indeed, if he was the Son of God, a minute was more than she needed. "Hi Peter." "Dawn, what are you doing here? You're not schedule to work until tonight." Peter looked at her with stars in his eyes. He moved away from the other customers standing at the front desk so that he could have a private conversation with the woman of his dreams. At 5'7", Dawn was everything her name promised. Blonde and beautiful, she had the body that any big hotel would want their hostesses to have. "I need a favor." "What?" "What's Devkumar's room number?" "You know I can't give you that. This place is crawling with security and Paparazzi. The whole top floor is blocked. Ask me anything else but his room number." "So, he's on the top floor?" "I can't give you his room number, Dawn. They'll fire me." "What if I did something for you in return?" "Something for me? What do you mean? You couldn't pay me enough money to make me lose my job. I need this job. This is a good job. I was out of work for—" "I'll blow you." "You will," he said with a gulp. "Yeah, sure, but only if you give me the room number." "Okay." "Do you have a room where we can do it?" "Meet me in room 112 in five minutes," he slid the key across the counter to her. As soon as Peter entered the room, Dawn was on her knees unzipping him. "Wait," he said. "Let's at least go on the bed. I told them at the desk that I was ill and was taking a little longer break. I have 20 minutes. I want to make out with you and see your tits before you blow me." "Making out with me and seeing my tits was not part of the agreement, Peter." "Well, now it is, if you want his room number." "Okay, okay." Dawn unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She unhooked and removed her bra and fell back on the bed. "There, knock yourself out." "You have spectacular tits, Dawn." Peter was all over her lips impaling his tongue in her mouth and French kissing her. Dawn was a good looking woman that everyone in the hotel had lusted over, whispered about, and fantasized what it would be like to be with her. He fondled her tits and fingered her nipples before leaning down to suck them. "Okay, I'm ready," he said standing, pulling down his pants and briefs and offering his stiff cock to her waiting mouth. With Peter holding one of Dawn's tits in his hand and fingering her nipple while his cock was in her mouth, it didn't take him long to cum. He shot a load that erupted in her mouth and when she pulled back the residual splashed across her face and in her hair. He gave her a cum bath. "Fuck Peter, when is the last time you got off?" "It's been a while. Dawn that was unbelievable. What are you doing Saturday night?" "Give me his room number, Peter." "Twenty ten." "The Penthouse? I should have known, but you never know with these holy-roller types." While Peter took a catnap, Dawn brushed her teeth and cleaned the cum off her face and out of her hair before running out the door. "Hey, Dawn, what about Saturday?" The door closed behind her and she was gone. She found Paul, the Head of Security, in the lobby. "Hi Paul." "Hey, Dawn. How are you?" He looked at his watch. "Aren't you early for your shift?" "I need a favor." "I can't right now, Dawn. I'm on duty. We have a very important VIP with us today." She stepped up on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. "Get us a room and I'll let you fuck me." Paul used his master key to open a vacant room on the second floor. "Okay, what's the gag? Is this a joke?" "It's no joke Paul. I'll let you fuck me." "If? You said you needed a favor. Is that the catch?" "I need you to allow me access to the top floor where Devkumar is staying." "Gees, Dawn, ask me anything else. As much as I would love to be with you, I can't. I'll get fired." "No one will know that it was you who allowed me up there." "It doesn't matter Dawn," he said as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants. "It's my responsibility," he said as his pants fell to the floor and Dawn inserted her tongue in his mouth and her hand down the front of his boxers. Paul shot his agreement in Dawn's pussy to allow her access to the floor where Devkumar was staying. He gave her the pass code she needed to gain entry to the floor along with the small cross she must wear on her clothes to get by Devkumar's security people. While Paul took his catnap, Dawn quickly cleaned herself up in the bathroom and went looking for Helen, the room service maid for the penthouse suites. "Hi Helen." "Hi Dawn. What are you doing here so early?" "I need a favor." "Sure, anything for you, Honey, whatever you need," said Helen looking at Dawn's pretty face and shapely figure. "I need you're uniform." "With me in it, I hope." "I need to meet Devkumar. This is my only chance to change my life." "They'll fire me, Dawn." "If you do me this favor, Helen, I'll do anything you want." "Anything?" Helen escorted Dawn to an empty room on the sixth floor. As soon as she started undressing, Helen stopped her. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yes." "Then, let me undress you. I've wanted to be with you since I started working here." Helen sat next to Dawn on the bed and kissed her. Dawn allowed Helen's tongue past her lips and the two women fell back on the bed making out. Helen unbuttoned Dawn's blouse and felt and caressed her tits through her bra. She reached around her, unhooked her bra and freed her tits. Helen was as horny for Dawn as any man but was more loving and deliberate in her touches. In between kisses she sucked her nipples while going up her skirt and cupping Dawn's panty clad pussy. She reached her fingers beneath her panties and fingered her wetness gently fucking her with her finger while playing with her clit and G spot. She pulled down Dawn's panty and fell between her legs. Never having been with a woman before, Dawn couldn't believe the pleasure that Helen was able to give her. Although she's never given oral sex to another woman, she wanted to give it to Helen to show her how appreciated she was for her help and for the orgasm she gave her. Helen eased herself back, scooted out of her panty, and spread her legs wide for Dawn. The experience with Helen made Dawn wonder if she'd be better off with a woman instead of a man. While Helen rested, Dawn took a quick shower. "Here's my key to my locker. There's a clean uniform downstairs that already has a duplicate ID badge on it from when I thought I lost my badge and they gave me a new one. Just grab a housekeeping cart and you'll be able to accomplish whatever it is you want. Good luck." To be continued... Devkumar Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Son of God Dawn dressed in Helen's spare uniform. Her hands were shaking. She had never done anything like this before. She stood looking at herself in the mirror as she dressed doubting if she had the courage to go through with it. She couldn't believe she gave Peter a blowjob just to learn Devkumar's room number. Peter of all people, he's so annoying. She couldn't believe she had intercourse with Paul just to gain access to the twentieth. Paul, who always stared at her, undressed her with his eyes, and who gave her the creeps sometimes, would not have been so lucky had he not been head of security and had she not needed to talk to Devkumar. She couldn't believe she had lesbian sex with Helen just to wear her uniform. Although having sex with Helen was better than the sex she had with Peter and Paul, she's not lesbian. Now, Helen will think there is a chance for a relationship. How on Earth could she face these people again? Until this period of lunacy that she suddenly experienced over Devkumar, the only thing she ever did wrong in her life was to marry, Joel. At the time, she was 25-years-old and he was 55-years-old. He promised her the world and gave her nothing but promises. He lied to her and she believed him. Even the diamond ring he gave her was not real. She felt dumb, but she was smart enough to leave his ass and divorce him. She had never known her father, which may have explained her attraction to a much older man, she figured. The man who impregnated her mother never accepted his responsibility and as the years passed, her mother lost track of him. Last she heard he died in an automobile accident somewhere in Ohio. She pushed her housekeeping cart on the freight elevator. Nervousness briefly stopped her from opening up the pass key control pad. Finally, opening it and pushing in the four digit security code, she pushed the button for the twentieth floor. Once she reached her floor, there was a man sitting in a chair by the elevator. "Housekeeping," said Dawn as she rumbled off the elevator. "Just a moment, Miss." The man stood and walked to her. He ran a metal detector wand over her body and when he saw the small gold cross in her lapel, he allowed her to pass. There were people all over the lobby. Many of the doors to the rooms were wide open with people walking in and out of each room and everyone talking at once. There were people have numerous cell phone conversations while others were in groups of two or three talking. Instead of feeling like it was a hotel, it felt more like an office building. Devkumar's entourage had taken the entire twentieth floor. There were secretaries, camera crews, security people, equipment, and a frenzy of activity. She rolled her cart to the penthouse suite, 2010, and rapped lightly on the door. "Housekeeping." "Just a minute, Miss," said a man who approached her from behind and wearing a headset. "Where's Jimmy?" He said to someone on the other end of his microphone. "Is Jimmy in his room?" "Nah," said another man pushing a large camera, "he's still downstairs eating breakfast, I think. I saw him go down with his bodyguard a while ago." "You can go in, Miss," said the man wearing the headset. Normally, it's standard procedure for housekeeping to park their cart in the opened door of the room they are cleaning, but Dawn wanted to hide somewhere in his suite and surprise Devkumar when he returned to his room from breakfast, hopefully without his bodyguard. All she needed was a minute of his uninterrupted time. All she needed was for him to fix her life. She pulled her cart inside and allowed the door to close her off from the din of bustle of people in the corridor outside. She had never been up to the twentieth floor. She had never been in the Penthouse Suite. It was a huge expanse of rooms, probably around 2000 square feet. It was bigger than her apartment. It was huge. She snooped around Devkumar's personal possessions picking up clothes, photos, and books. Then, she saw it, the diamond cross. It was enormous. It was beautiful. It was dazzling. Afraid to touch it, she had to feel it. She knelt before it and touched it with the tip of her index finger as she blessed herself. "Devkumar," she whispered. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to pick it up, hold it, and wear it, if only for just a second. She stopped short when she heard a noise from the bedroom. Someone was in the shower. She didn't know if she should stay or flee. She was so frightened. What if it's him? What would she say? What should she do? Silently, stealthily, and slowly, she crept towards the open doors of the bedroom. The room was immense and beautifully decorated with expensive draperies, paintings, and vases. The oriental carpeting was so plush. She wished she lived in such splendor and luxury. The door to the bathroom was open enough for her to see a man's figure behind the steam shower of the smoky room. The bathroom was bigger than her bedroom. She wondered if it was Devkumar. She hoped it wasn't one of his assistants. Unable to move, mesmerized by what she saw, she stood watching the man shower. Even when he turned off the shower and opened the floor to ceiling glass door to emerge from the steamy shower like God emerging from the white billowing clouds of Heaven, she stayed and stared. When he saw her standing in the doorway of the bathroom, he stood still. He made no attempt to cover his nakedness and she made no attempt to look away. She looked at his face and into his eyes before looking down at what television could not show. Seeing the penis of Devkumar, the Son of God, made her want to strip off her clothes and experience what he gave to so many of his followers. "Devkumar." To be continued... Devkumar Ch. 05 "I'm going to need new towels," he said. "We plan on staying here longer than expected." Slowly, she unbuttoned her brown uniform, first exposing her white bra and then her white bikini panty. The man turned to her to watch her unexpected strip tease. He watched her wiggle out of her uniform and stared at her when she stood before him in her bra and panty. "Devkumar," she whispered. The exhaust fan had removed enough smoke for her to see her God. He watched as she reached around and removed her bra and continued staring without moving as she rolled down and stepped from her panty. She assumed the position with her legs spread, her arms outstretched, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. "Devkumar...Devkumar...Devkumar." "Listen, Honey," he said while turning to grab a towel. "I have five dozen actresses for the part already." He turned to her staring at her beautiful, naked body. "You sure are a good looking woman, though. Leave your information and someone will call you if there's an opening." "Devkumar," is all she said. It was as if she was deep in a hypnotic trance. He looked at her again. One in a million, she was so beautiful. "Why don't we adjourn to my bedroom where we can discuss the possibility of your employment with our production company?" He slapped her hard on the ass, as he walked by her and jumped on the King sized bed. The slap broke Dawn from her spell. She turned to him. Suddenly, her nakedness embarrassed her and covered what she could with her hands and arms. "Come," he said. "I command you," he said in the voice of Devkumar. With that, she moved to him and climbed on the bed with him. He kissed her and she submitted to him allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. "You are exceedingly beautiful. Has anyone told you that?" "Not recently," she said. "My God, I've been with some beautiful women before, but you make Goddesses look ugly." "Thank you." "What's your name?" "Dawn." "Well, Dawn, that's the perfect name for you. You just may be my dawn of a new beginning." He smiled while holding out his hand, "I'm Jimmy." "Jimmy? I thought you were Devkumar. "Devkumar?" He laughed. "Devkumar is the character that I play. There's no real Devkumar. He's just a figment of a great writer's imagination. Some exceedingly talented and modest guy named Freddie created him." He looked at her. "You really believed...you thought...Honey, it's just a movie. It's all not real, make believe. It's fiction. We are just actors playing roles." Dawn shook her head as if she was trying her best to snap out of it. "You're not Devkumar." "No, I'm Jimmy Wright from Los Angeles." "I'm Dawn Haines from Boston." "Nice to meet you, Dawn Haines." He looked at her. "Tell me, are you married or involved with anyone?" She was so beautiful. "I'm recently divorced. I don't have a boyfriend." "Do you really work at the hotel or are you like all the other groupies who try to sneak in to my room to get my autograph." "I'm the hostess at the one of the restaurants downstairs." "Listen, I haven't had a normal day since we shot the first movie last year. The world has gone mad with fallout excitement from this movie. People are actually comparing my performance to Charlton Heston's Oscar winning performance when he made the Ten Commandments. Only, these religious psychos really believe that I'm the Son of God, which is why the need for so much security." He looked deep in her green eyes. "I've had some death threats from more than a few fanatics. Mel Gibson even called me to give me advice. He said he experienced the same thing when he made his movie, The Passion of Christ." "I feel stupid, now, that I thought you really were the Son of God." "Don't be. It's sad that so many people are looking for a sign and looking for something to hold onto and to believe in. Please," he said with a laugh. "If it will make you feel any better you can get on your knees and worship me while you blow me." He held his cock in his hand while offering it to her. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Actually, you know what, Dawn. I'm tired of running the dating treadmill. I want something more and something lasting." "Me, too." "I'll tell you what. Let me get someone from the boutique up here and I'll buy you a better outfit to wear than that housekeeping uniform. Then, you can show me around Boston. I need some downtime, especially with a beautiful woman. All I've been doing is traveling and making movies. "I don't know," she said disappointed that he wasn't Devkumar and hesitant about taking off with a man she didn't even know. "I have a good feeling about this and about you," he said waving his arms as he did in his movie when thousands of his followers are out in front of his stage. "Trust me. There's a reason for everything. I'm at a time in my life where I'm done playing around. I want to settle down and start a family. The fact that you were drawn here is a message from God." "Do you like kids?" "Yes." "Do you have any kids?" "No." "Neither do I, but would you want kids one day with the right woman?" "Yes, me too, of course, with the right man." "Well, it just so happens that my last name is wright. So, what do you say?" "Okay, I'll do it. I'll show you around Boston." Jimmy picked up the phone. "Hello, connect me to the dress shop, please." He covered the receiver with his hand. "What size do you take?" "Size 6 in a dress and size 7 in shoes." "Hi, I need you to come up to the Penthouse with a selection of size 6 dresses, size 7 shoes. Oh, wait, we'll need lingerie, too." "I'm a 34C." "Praise the lord. She's a bra size 34C and bring a selection of panties, nightgowns, everything. The whole works." He hung up and walked to the bathroom where he retrieved two white terrycloth bathrobes, one for each of them. "Excuse me a second." He picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Buzz. It's Jimmy. Where am I? I'm in my room. Yeah, well, never you mind about the housekeeper. Everything is under control. Listen, some people are coming up from the dress boutique. Allow them to pass. Yes, of course, you can wand them. Okay, bye." "I can't believe this. I wanted to talk to you to ask for your help to change my life never expecting that you were a real person that I could actually date." "Well, I've been looking for someone to become my wife." "Wife? Are you proposing to me already? Isn't that a bit premature?" "Look," he looked at her, took her hand in his, and kissed her lightly on her lips. "I don't know anything about you, but I don't care. I've been married 3 times and screwed over every woman who has loved me. Only, I can see now that I never met the right woman. I never met anyone like you." "Well, I certainly have not met my Prince Charming, until now, maybe." "I don't know if you believe in love at first sight, but I'm feeling something." "I do believe in love at first sight and I do believe that there is a reason for everything." She looked down and then back up at him. "I'm feeling something, too." "Do you think that if we slowed this down a bit and forgot about the nudity and not acted on that part of our budding relationship, that something might come from this for the both of us?" "You have to believe it will, Jimmy." "Yeah, sure, I'd love to make love to someone who looks like you, but let's go on a date or two or three. Let's get to know one another first." "Well, all the guys I've ever been with have all only been after one thing. It would be a relief to have a relationship with a man where I felt that I didn't have to blow him all the time." "Okay, now, let's not be rash. I didn't say anything not wanting you to blow me all the time." They laughed. "I like you, Jimmy and I'm glad you're not Devkumar." The End