Back to the cathedral - Saeed Anwer (always you kirsty moseley txt) 📗

bucket full up with water because he knew it was late morning and he was too late for today.
“It is ok Mariana, don’t worry and please give me that dress” Mrs. Vicar told to her, pointing to the dress that was hanging on the opposite wall, she was fully hidden in blanket except her head and right hand.
Mariana stood up, took the dress, gave it to Mrs. Vicar. She wore it while sleeping, sat down on the bed and started laughing very loudly. Mariana also couldn’t stop her from laughing loudly. Both laughed few moments then relaxed.
“I didn’t know it. I saw gate closed and came to see you. Door was opened and I broke into”
Mariana exhaled words, standing opposite to Mrs. Vicar. Both were almost same age, the closest friend of each other since Vicar’s father died and he came to take charge of Cathedral Dencastle from Nottingham before seventeen years. There was no house except Mariana’s home, her neighbor old lady and two more family. It was Sabbath, she was at church along with all people of Dencastle, her granny introduced them with newly came couple of God loving Vicar and his wife. Seventeen years old Mariana sighed of loveliest comfort because she first time saw a lady of her age who cast a gorgeous smile on her when their sights faced to each other. Their first meeting turned into the great relation, closer than anything, may be they were two parts of a single substance. Their friendship made a Mariana too, a great Christian lady with pure and sincere heart, facing each day of the life into the limit of the border of Christianity by practicing, not by an oral claim of to be Christian. Mrs. Vicar, brought up in Nottingham among high profile people, was a great talented, with enriched characteristics, god loving but romantic figure of human female which carved each high quality of human nature into Mariana. She also taught her reading and writing that dissolved sweetness of Holy book along with unique less wisdom of pious people to Christ tradition, into the Mariana’s blood.
“Don’t worry Mariana, thanks god it was you. What happened if it was someone else?” Mrs. Vicar said.
“You were still in bed? Is it hard to get off sex?” Mariana Asked laughing.
“No its not but you know, last night there came a landlord, he gave money for lunch for the children of village, he will do this forever. I and my husband were too happy. We prayed a lot to God, we thanked, and we couldn’t sleep even after midnight. We planed and planed and planed about arrangement of lunch then later smile on vicar’s sexy face produce desire of sex in my heart. Sex made me out of control and I attacked the vicar and never let him leave me at all. You know its deferent enjoyment of sex when we happy and have sex suddenly, because waiting for sex finishes half of sex and sex while fresh mind give great pleasure. Oh god it was awesome night, I love vicar, I love vicar, I will make a great lunch for him today” Mrs. Vicar lectured nonstop.
Mariana shook her head left-right couple of times, with smile on her closed lips.
“May god bless you with a great husband like land lord” Mrs. Vicar blessed for her.
“I can only dream of it on this age. My youth is going to be finished and soon I will be old woman with no teeth in my mouth” replied Mariana making her face.
Disappointment could be really seen on her face.
“You were in awesome pose sticking to each other as if you had won over your competitor and rode on him turning him down the land” said Mariana.
Really? Mrs. Vicar asked surprisingly with smile.
Mrs. Vicar got down the bed and stood up. She holds both hand of Mariana; both began going round and round and round like two little girls, Mrs. Vicar Spook…
“We both always pray for you and we hope sure god will send someone in your life some one young with gorgeous face. Youth of manhood will be overflowing from his face, someone who will break your virginity holding you in his lap, kissing you on your lip.”
Amen, amen, amen. Hundred times amen, says Mariana and both sped rounding up.
There was loud voice from bath room calling Mrs. Vicar
“Oh I must go” Mrs. Vicar left Mariana’s hands.
“Me too it’s too late ok bye see you later” Mariana said and walked to kids and took her way to home.
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Mariana arrived at home; her granny was setting heaps of pots which were before her house. Mariana’s granny and mother make pots of mud, when they are dried put them on fire for finished material then they sell them for collecting water for drinking and other use. It is their little home business. As Mariana arrived at doorstep her granny looked at her angrily…………
Where had you gone at early morning? Don’t you care to say me or your mother? She scolded her.
Respected Mariana didn’t utter a word in reply, putting kids down joined with her works. Her granny scolded and scolded and scolded increasing her tone which made her mother comes out. Looking at her mother her granny murmured……
“Look Anny, your daughter, she goes away without permission comes very late and never responses. I’m tired of her.”
Where have you been dear? Her mother asked her.
Still Mariana was silent.
“Answer me please?” her mother forced her.
“Granny has seen mother, I came with kids I went to find them. I’m not a little girl. I understand everything”. Mariana told and entered into the house angrily.
”Keep watch on your daughter or do something for her. Go to Nottingham, see your family and tell them about her, they will find any old man for her. There are so many in Nottingham.” her Granny told her mother angrily.
Mariana’s mother made her face in anger, shook her head left -right couple of times and squeezing her feasts of both hands entered the house, leaving her mother in law working at pots alone.
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John is a fifteen years old boy, the first son of landlord Mr. Peter. He’s just finished a fifteen and entered into sixteen. Sixteen has created some extraordinary manhood power in him. Before someday, after his fifteen birthdays, when he was sleeping on bed in his room his mother scolded him for something and told he was not then a boy, he had turned to sixteen.
On listening his mother’s words, he told himself “I’m not a boy, so who am I?” his heart answered him very loudly which broke his ears; you are a man, man, man, man, a land lord. This answer of his heart provoked him. He jumped high above one or two feet and came back to the down but it dug the land beneath his mind. His mother had already left the room. He rolled his eyes around the room, He turned his body, and he was in complete missionary position of sex. He put his pillow under his belly and laughed. Oh I m a man that’s why I see wet dream, oh god, that’s why I can’t sleep properly without thinking, oh god, that’s why I need something to play with my lip, to play with my hand, to play with my leg, to play with my belly While sleeping. I need something, I need something, it is girl he told himself and lost in fantasy. Girl fantasy excited him and he did what he should not have done. It was his first experience of adulthood. He had first sex in fantasy. It made his pant wet, he was frightened his body was shivered. When his body was cold, he laughed and laughed and laughed, got down the bed and walked to the bathroom because he was man now. Not a boy.
He was a sixteen years old man. Oh so sorry, not a man, a land lord man, like his father Peter Anderson. He was now Mr. John Mr. Peter Anderson. Age sixteen had brought wet dreams in his life in sleep but at first, he didn’t care much about it. He used to forget it in the morning but his mother’s word made him really man. Sometimes words affects too much in someone’s life. It changed John’s life.
John is five feet ten inches tall, still growing tall, very fair skin, athlete body, when he was shirtless, he would make any female from fifteen to fifty die for him. There was very different environment in landlords society they were very rich. They didn’t have to go to salute sheriff. He came to salute them himself. Their society had their own traditions. All women always tried to overtake other in fashion, clothes, cooking, home decorating, etc.
All men were always busy in their trading. Trading was their life. They were very experts of horses, cows and lambs. Any landlord of Nottingham province would say about horses, cows and lambs of anywhere any time because they were born experts of them. This trading lived in their vein. They made a lot of money by trading and money made them extraordinary. They had different attitude than normal people because they believed they were great people. They believed, they were Christian but they didn’t care about Christianity. They said it’s enough to say we believe in Jesus to be a Christian. Money has changed them, changed their attitudes, their beliefs, their lifestyle, their tradition, their behavior.
When aged person were in such attitude then what to say about youth? They weren’t behind of them. They were two steps advanced to them. Boys or girls had their own developed culture. They were free to do anything so they did what they wanted to do, if by doing something they got in trouble their money got them out of it so money was their power, money was anything for them. They didn’t care of anything because they borne to be carefree and enjoyed life till life himself warned them about something. They had party, they drank, they raced on horses, and they roamed anywhere their desire took them.
John was also a part of landlords’ youth but deference was that there were some rules he had to follow because of his father. His father wasn’t like other landlords. He had very deferent attitude he was religious, carful about family and friends, he was one of great and well known landlord traders around Nottingham due to his great attitude so John was not as free as other landlord young boys.
This morning when he got free from his duty, he went to his company of landlord young boys. There was a national high way road which passed through landlord’s farms to Nottingham which was busy at day time. There was couple of shops on that way with a hotel, a carpenter shop, a shoemaker shop, a lodge for travelers, and some of shop had different products. Hotel was very famous for landlords where they came to have tea, coffee, snack, wine etc. and it’s especially famous for landlord gathering. All landlords decided their trading rules and plans seating there having party.
John arrived at the hotel on horse. Hotel was made of long poles of wood as wall and open from front side. It was covered with dried reeds. He was so fast that he couldn’t stop his horse at the hotel and advanced some meters far. Turning his horse he came to the hotel. He got off the horse and tied it with other horses of landlords. Today he was changed completely. He was wearing overcoat on shirt, long boot and hat on his head like an aged landlord. He walked to a youth landlord group of five young men around thirteen