I SEE THE MOON

By Beagle9690

August , 2008


My fianc?s taking a nap with Luna, after spending most of the day on a ladder painting our house. Luna is a five week old female beagle puppy we bought for each other to celebrate our engagement.

My divorce has been finalized: my ex-husband a defrocked Baptist Minister is now hiding in Mexico after embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from his church.

I am originally from Mississippi. I met my husband Luke at a Born Again Christian revival meeting at the fair grounds when I was just seventeen years old, a virgin saving myself for marriage; he was twenty -three.

Luke was so handsome, thick wavy black hair, blue eye with such wonderful long eyelashes, and a dimple in his chin.
Such a charismatic speaker behind the microphone in his white linen suit; he had his audience eating out of his hands in joyous rapture praising the Lord, women fainting and men crying, and I was in love.

I was introduced to him at a church social afterwards. He was wearing his trademark white linen suit and when I shook his hand it was cool and smooth, never knowing manual labor; his nails freshly manicured. Luke was being groomed to take over when
Reverend Scott retired in the spring.

We walked over to the refreshment table for punch, Luke’s hand lingered on mine, he told me I was a very pretty girl and complemented me on my dress, causing me to blush.

Luke and I dated for two years; we were never alone together, as is proper; always with a chaperone or with other couples, all members of our church. As far as my parents were concerned, both elders in the church, we were the anointed couple, perfect for one another.

On our wedding night, I went into the bathroom, as all new brides do, to make myself sexy for my husband. I took my hair down out of my bun and brushed out my long honey blond hair until it shone, soft and thick, falling to the middle of my back; I was going to grow it waist length for Luke.

Since the revival meeting, I imagined over and over how our lovemaking would be on our wedding night.
Luke would take me gently into his arms and kiss me.

He would tell me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.
I would feel his hands gently caress my breasts, tasting his lips for the first time. Luke would gently break my hymen with his manhood, kissing me and slowly bring me to orgasm spilling his seed into me.

Then would lie there talking about our future. Before marriage, we talked about having a big family; Luke wanted at least six children.

When I got out of the bathroom, the curtains were drawn and Luke was waiting for me. I got into bed next to my sexy husband. Luke reached over and turned off the table lamp throwing the room into complete darkness.

I rolled over on my back awaiting my first kiss. Luke roughly… perhaps roughly is not the right word; mechanically would be better.

Luke pushed his Vaseline covered fingers into my vagina forcefully tearing my hymen causing me to cry out in pain.

We had intercourse in the missionary position that lasted a good sixty seconds, Luke lying on top of me, his full weight pushing me down, smothering me, grunting and groaning with a terrible grimace on his face as if he were in pain.

When he was done, Luke kissed my mouth once, rolled over and went to sleep. That was our love making while on our honeymoon…. to make babies. And remained our love making every night for three years.

On the last night of my honeymoon, such as it was, we were returning home and decided to stop around midnight at a gas station- convenience store to get a cup of coffee and then to use the bathrooms. I was out the ladies room first, and went to sit in the car and wait for Luke.

A slovenly young man in filthy blue jeans and a Heavy Metal Tee Shirt, driving an old rusty pickup pulled in beside our car and got out.

He spat a stream of chewing tobacco juice on the ground, drank the last of his beer, crushing the can in his hand and throwing it on the ground, farting and belching while stuffing more chewing tobacco into his mouth.

I was frightened by him and didn’t look at him, hoping that Luke would return soon so that we could leave.

Looking in my direction, he pushed his lank greasy hair out of his eyes and smiled at me, showing tobacco stained yellow teeth.

He sauntered over, sticking his head in the driver’s side window.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin he-ah all alone this time ah night? I could smell the alcohol on his fetid breath, as well as his reeking unwashed body.

“Do you yah all want some company.” He added, turning his head spitting another stream of tobacco juice to the ground.

I was too frightened to answer and stared straight ahead hoping he would go away. Leaning farther in and reaching with his arm,
“You sure have pretty hair. He said as he stroked my long ponytail. “What do you say about you and me going to the roadhouse and get better acquainted”?

Just then Luke came out of the store carrying two cups of coffee.
“What is going on here, stop bothering my wife.”

The redneck pulled his head out the car window, sized up Luke and spit again on the ground.

“Your wife you say preacher boy.” “I thought she might like to be with a real man for a change.” “What do you say about me borrowing her for an hour or so?” This time spitting on Luke’s pants legs, staining the white linen fabric with tobacco juice and smiling through his missing front teeth.

Still hanging on to the coffee cups Luke said, “You had better leave us alone, or else. “Or else what, you’ll pray for me?” The redneck said sneering, and knocking the coffee cups from Luke’s hands.

“I’ll tell you what.” He added, taking a crumpled dollar bill from his jeans pocket and stuffing it into Luke’s white shirt pocket. “I’ll even pay for it and let you watch.” Luke just stood there with his head down as if he was praying.

A county sheriffs car pulled into the parking lot near the bathrooms and seeing it Luke straightened his back and stood up to his full height of six-four. “If I were not a man of God, I would beat you to an inch of your miserable life.” “The Lord has
answered my prayers asking him to give me strength to turn the other cheek.”

Like pushed past him and got into the car and we drove away.
Luke turned to me and said, “He should thank the Lord that the law showed up when it did.” “My prayers were answered
Mary-Beth.”” There is no telling of what I would have do to him in my righteous anger.”

Like the blind fool that I was then, I wanted to believe him and leaned over putting my head on his shoulder. Luke puffed out his chest, sitting up straighter in the seat, putting his arm around me; I was content.

After all, I thought to myself, The Bible says “But I say unto you, that ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also”.

We were home a week, and it was a Sunday morning. I was up early to make him a breakfast of pork sausage, fried eggs and grits and my famous biscuits with sausage gravy.

As we were sitting at the table eating, Luke looked at me, a thoughtful look on his face and said, “We need to do something about your hair.” I had fixed my hair in pretty bun as my mother’s suggested as is befitting a minister’s wife.

“You don’t like my hair, what is wrong with it, I have it pinned up for you.” “Nothing is wrong with your hair, but you are a married woman now.” “I was thinking a shorter, more conservative style would be nice.” “Toning your blond hair down a little, to a nice brown perhaps.” “Something that is easier to care for on our busy schedule, especially when our babies arrive.”

“Remember how that sinner was tempted in the parking lot, touching your hair?” “I know it was not your fault, but only God knows what would have happened if I didn’t show up when I did.” “You are a pretty woman and pretty women turn men’s heads.” “It is best to remove the temptation in the first place.” “I have made an appointment for you with one of our parishioners.”

Touching my hair and wanting to please him, I foolishly agreed to keep the appointment on Wednesday.
The Bible says a wife shall obey her husband in all things; and I still loved and believed in him.

I arrived at the salon thirty minutes early to browse through the pictures in the hairstyle books. I chose a simple chin length bob cut with eye framing bangs selecting a hair model with rich dark brown hair that complemented the cut.

Mrs. Sullivan the salon owner and my stylist escorted me to her cutting station, and sat me in the chair, putting the cape around my neck. Showing her the open book and pointing to the picture, I said to her, “I really like this one, I think it would look nice on me.”

Taking the book from me, Mrs. Sullivan said, “You are so right dear that style would suit you just fine.” Setting the book aside. Mrs. Sullivan took the hairpins out of my bun, letting my hair drop down into a cute sassy ponytail. I loved wearing my hair this way the best.

“You have beautiful hair Mary-Beth, would you like to donate your ponytail to Locks Of Love? “I just nodded, daydreaming about how I would curl my hair for Luke when I got home, after I bought a styling wand of course, thinking maybe being a brunette would not be so bad after all.

I assumed that Mrs. Sullivan was going to reposition my ponytail lower at the nape of my neck; instead she took the scissors and started chewing through my medium high ponytail just above the elastic hair tie. “Mrs. Sullivan, what are you doing?” I cried out in alarm. “I thought we agreed on the bob, now the back will be to short.”

Mrs. Sullivan stopped a puzzled look on her face, but then smiled, replying, “No dear, you misunderstood me, I agreed with you that that style would look nice on you, not that I was going to cut it that way.” “Your husband picked out a nice short haircut on Tuesday, I thought you knew that.”

After she severed my beautiful ponytail, she held it up for me to see, then placed it on the shelf of her cutting station, saying she would braid it later.

Taking up the scissors, Mrs. Sullivan cut my hair in a rough bowl
cut just above my ears. I started tearing up and Mrs. Sullivan stopped and brought me a box of tissue. Patting my hand she assured me that I would look cute in my new style. She then turned the chair around, facing away from the mirror.

Picking up the electric clippers and snapping a 3/4″(13mm) guard in place, she ran the clippers up the sides and back right up to the bowl, lifting it with a comb and stopping.