Chapter 29

“We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.”
― Mark Twain

“I drink to make other people more interesting.”
― Ernest Hemingway

1235 hours, local time
Wednesday, 24 December, 2014 (Christmas Eve)
Temporary Tremaine Residence,
Wheeling, West Virginia

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... this is amazing!” Sherry Stimson cursed as Charles pounded her good and hard from behind.

They had been screwing for a while now during their affair, making the most of the time before they departed for their next destination after New Year’s Day. Toledo, Ohio, no less. That would be roughly a four to five hour drive, tops. Sherry was already pregnant to Charles, in fact, something that didn’t bother her new husband, Jack Stimson, in the least. Then again, Jack had knocked Justine up, which didn’t bother Charles, either, nor Mike, nor Sherry, of course. Schumacher Syndrome really had kicked in by now and the new Havenite congregation encouraged people to act upon such urges.

“No kidding, babe ... you are quite the lover yourself! Just remind me not to disappoint you,” Charles teased her and playfully slapped her bottom.

“You haven’t yet, and you’re running out of time to do that! If this is about Roger, he did more than ‘disappoint’ me, after all. Yes, what I did and said was a bit cold and nasty, I will own that, but what he did endangered my life and those of my neighbors. He reminded me of that Gaston fellow that Justine once dated, at least from what y’all told me about that,” Sherry observed, making a relevant point.

“Fair enough,” Charles chuckled as Sherry and he came together, right next to Jack and Justine, in fact.

“Yes, I would normally condemn what Sherry did as pretty heartless, but Roger was a bit of a weasel. Corrupt, cowardly, you get the point. By the way, I never meant to stop the throuples or quads entirely. I just wanted to make sure that they didn’t hold you back. There is a bit of confusion there. It’s my fault, not Lavelle’s. It was a case of my relative inexperience as a Deity. I definitely wasn’t omniscient yet ... still am not, mind you,” God stunned everyone with his presence.

“God? Why do you ... look like Richard Harris? A younger Richard Harris, in fact,” Charles asked him as he pulled out of Sherry.

“Because I am Richard Harris, or rather, I was when I was alive. It’s time that you understand more details about the nature of Deity. I was chosen as the most recent King of Heaven by Jehovah, one of the Kings of Heaven over the ages. He must have liked my films or something, because he tapped me for that job,” God explained to Charles, His chosen Prophet.

“So, Charles really is a Prophet? It’s definite? Sweet! It’s a huge honor to have his baby. That’s quite the distinction! Thank you for understanding my perspective, as vicious as my words might be,” Sherry replied, “I’m glad that y’all understand, especially Jack. Jack did the sort of thing that I expected from Roger. That’s why I so willingly accepted his proposition.”

“By the way, Chelsea is pregnant to Larry now. So is Helen. Bethany is pregnant to Rupert. Nicole is pregnant to Mike. Dandelion is also pregnant to Mike. Anika is pregnant to Charles. Chantal is pregnant to Joey. Bill knocked Anne and Therese up. Daevi conceived by Richard. Lisa is pregnant with George. Vo is pregnant by Tim. Naomi is pregnant to Smitty. Cecilia is pregnant by Brig. Tabby is pregnant with Ralph, as is Courtney. Carrie is pregnant by Doc, Moon by Hank.