An Indigo Bunting

"And you know that bit that you said about having the best sex ever," she seemed a little startled as I brought it up, "well, the same goes for me. You're incredible."

"Well, there is no denying it, my sex life has changed dramatically. You've had me masturbating every day."

"I did that?"

"Yes you." She stood up with her feet planted shoulder width apart, she pushed the cape open and put her hands on her hips with the cape draped behind, "Look at me. What do you see?"

"Super Sophie! Tut-da-duh-daaah! The Lady Labia with Super Orgasmic powers. Able to leap onto tall boners in a single bound. It's a bird, it's a plane it's...Super Sophie!"

"Ha!" She grabbed her tits and pointed them to me. She jiggled them as she went, "Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta tahhh."

I pretend reacted to each shot while sitting in the patio chair, landing up with my right knee on the armrest and my head and left arm hanging off the other side. "I've been .. shot .. with .. hard .. nipples," I gasped my last breath, "I need .. I need..." my voice got weaker.

She rushed up, "What do you need?" she asked in mock earnest.

"Clit to mouth resuss, resuss..." I closed my eyes. My jaw gaped open.

I felt warm soft skin on my lips and nose and could smell Sophie's exquisite, earthy and musky aroma. I licked for a few moments without even opening my eyes. I landed up giving her clit a good suck.

She pulled my head up straightening me on the chair. Her face was suddenly tight to mine. Wide opened blue eyes with ruined mascara gazed into me, "I thought I lost you there for a minute."

"Oh Super Sophie, you saved me." I kissed her holding her tight.

"I didn't mean to hurt you with my nipples, they were meant as...love shots." She said into my ear. She was doing a great job at improv.

"But love hurts and you shot me bad...uugh..ugh..ughh..."

"Don't worry Super Sophie knows how to stop the pain and make you better."

"Smmuh," I pulled in my fake-stuffed nose, "howah?"

"First we'll have dinner. You'll cook it and I'll help you."

"Okay," I said in a small, pained voice.

"Then after clearing up we'll have a quick hot tub soak."

"Okay," I made another sob sound.

"And then Super Sophie is going to take you to your bed and..."

"Yes?" I asked in a small voice.

"Undress you,"

"Yes," I said in a slightly more hopeful voice.

"And then fuck your brains out!"

I jumped up."Yes! There's a cure!

She jumped up too. We landed in each other's arms. "Sophie, you're a riot, you really are."

"Frank, I just love being with you. With you, I'm alive and it doesn't matter how silly it is. You're fun."

"And I have to say Sophie, in all honesty. I've never met a woman like you. I'm just so comfortable in your presence." I pushed her away a foot or so but still held her by her sides, "Especially when you're dressed like Super Sophie. My hero."

"Oh Frank," she fell into me pushing the side of her face against my collar bone and squeezing me tight.

"Come on, we've got dinner to make," I smacked her bum through the cape, it didn't really land.

Dinner was a resounding success. Sophie elected to keep her cape on the whole time. She relished in her role as Super Sophie - Resort Slut. She said the bustier was surprisingly comfortable and that she simply wasn't used to wearing heels that high. Her tizzy it seemed, being uncovered and bald constantly reminded her of the sexual nature of the dinner and that in itself was a thrill. I had to concur.

"Mmmm good steak," she said.

I was dribbling butter from the crab legs all over the table cloth, "Don't worry about the table cloth Sophie. It's meant to be used."

"I'm intrigued Frank. You said you didn't see a disparity between the Genesis creation story and modern science."

"I saidmostmodern science."

"Yes, I stand corrected. Are you ready to explain your theory?"

"As long as it doesn't upset your dinner."

"This is going to be a pro-God argument isn't it? You already know how I feel about the Catholic Church."

"Correct," I sliced some baked potato.

"Surely you don't believe the world was created in six days."

"Yes six days and not just the world, the entire universe and everything in it. And please don't call me Shirley."

She chuckled and then said, "So each day is metaphorically a billion years or something?"

"Nope. Each day corresponds to the passage of time which is equivalent to one revolution of the earth."

"And you believe that somehow that aligns with modern science? Frank, how can it possibly?"

"Aside from the creation aspect and the inclusion of God into the story it perfectly aligns with the Big Bang, modern cosmology and geological science. Are you sure you want me to get into this?" I asked as I cut a piece of steak.

"Yes, because at this point I don't think you can reconcile the two ideologies. If it can be done, why hasn't it become popular?"

"Because it still has God in it. If you're a secularist, non-believer anything with the word God in it is like giving garlic to a vampire. Oh, by the way are you warm enough in the cape."

"Now that we're inside, yes. It's very comfortable.

"And you certainly look good in it."

She bit into a piece of steak and rolled her knife in the air for me to continue explaining.

"Okay I'll try to keep this simple. The six creation days are written in something like thirty one concise lines. How does it start?"

She swallowed, "In the beginning God created heaven and..."

"Stop right there!"

"...the earth. What?"

"In the beginning. Genesis is not describing a universe that has always existed. It had a beginning. Right off, we are perfectly aligned with the Big Bang. Can you remember the next line?"

"No. I studied the New Testament somewhat."

"I don't remember much but this I do. And the earth was without form and void and darkness was upon the face of the earth. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. Line three is: And God said, Let there be light and there was light."

"Yes of course. I remember that," she said as she scooped out a piece of crab leg.

"I was quoting from King James version of the Bible. That's the early sixteen hundreds. Before Newton. The translators are stumbling for words. The earth isn't formed until the third day. When they write the wordearth, a better translation may have beenmatter. Big Bang says the first thing that happened was the formation of subatomic particles, then protons, neutrons, electrons and then energy and light. All expanding within a newly formed spacetime. Moved upon the face of the waters? God did something to what was essentially a fluid or plasma like substance. Again, we're in perfect alignment."

Sophie was confused. I could see it in her face.

"I can't exactly remember the next lines but it was something with respect to dividing light from darkness. Light being Day and darkness Night. And then the line: And the evening and the morning were first day. The earth isn't formed yet, nevertheless Genesis introduces the passing of time. Still bang on Big Bang."

"But you mean twenty four hours."

"The passage of time, Al Einstein will tell you, is a relative thing."

"Hmm?" She was chewing.

"It depends on your frame of reference and the speed at which you are travelling," I was digging out some crab leg too.

"Are you referring to the Theory of Relativity?"

"Yes Special as opposed to General." I said as I dipped the crab meat into the melted butter, "Assomethingapproaches the speed of light, time slows down. At the speed of light, time stops, actually there is no time. This isn't me making it up, its mainstream Einstein." I popped the dripping crab meat into my mouth, some dribbled on my chin.

"What does that have to do with Genesis?"

"In Genesis," I answered cleaning my chin off with my napkin, "God is subject to the passage of time. He has just spent the first day. Genesis not only tells the story about the creation of the universe, but it also gives us an insight into the nature of God. Or at least the God of Genesis. It describes His actions. He is subject to the passage of time. He is not in a place with no time, travelling at the speed of light."

"I'm not sure I get your point," she said as stabbed some mini carrots.

"After one day what does our universe look like?" I asked as I dished myself some tomato, mozzarella and basil salad. "Salad?" I held out the plate.

"Oh yes please thank you." She took the plate from me. Her nail polish and nails were perfect. Sexy. "I don't know. What did the universe look like?"

"Well after one day, there's a place for God to dwell and a place for us mere mortals. Heaven and earth. Then God did something with 'the waters,' something fluid and then we have light. Light being light, which we in the modern world still don't fully understand, is travelling at the speed of light and is separated from the darkness. So our frame of reference is nearly the speed of light, the frame of reference in Genesis, are you following me?"

"I'm not sure."

"If God were wearing a wristwatch, travelling nearly at the speed of light in the universe he just created, which is the rapid post Big Bang explosion of subatomic particles, finding each other, bonding as protons and neutrons and electrons, photons of light buzzing around everywhere, sub-atomic particles coalescing together as hydrogen atoms, he would have looked at his wristwatch after some time and made note of the fact that one day had just past."

"Okay, I think I understand."

"Fine. From our perspective standing on the surface of the yet to be formed earth, how many planetary rotations do we need to equal God's one day?"

She just stared at me holding her knife and fork in the air.

"I'll answer for you. Billions. We as mere mortals cannot as yet say with certitude, but billions of years would be a pretty good mainstream science guesstimate at how long after the Big Bang it took for particles to form, to clump together by gravity into bigger and bigger masses and then coalesce together as gaseous giants."

She was speechless still holding her knife and fork, staring at me.

"Let me go on," I said as I sliced a piece of steak. She picked up some sugar snap peas. "Day two, God is still separating waters, that is fluid things and creating a firmament and dividing the waters under the firmament." I popped the steak into my mouth and chewed for a moment. Sophie ate also. I swallowed. "In standard cosmology stars are forming and they are spewing out elements." Sophie was still listening intently as she cut some tomato and mozzarella. "Day three, the earth is formed, water appears on the planet, grass and seed bearing plants sprout." I cut some salad too. Sophie was eating. "On day four, lights in the sky appear, seasons, the sun and the moon. The planet earth can now be seen to be in orbit around the sun. Day five, moving creatures that have life appear including fowl..."

"Ah and great whales."

"Wrongo. Mistranslation by King James' scribes." I retorted. Sophie seemed puzzled. She stopped eating and just stared at me.

I ate my forkful of salad, swallowed and then said, "In the original Hebrew, the word that was translated as whales by King James' lads was used three times in the Torah. Once in Genesis, at another instance it described a lizard and in the third instance it was used to refer to a snake. Either way a reptile. So the correct translation should have been great reptiles. But of course back in King James' day, that wouldn't have made any sense. It certainly does today."

"Bizzare. But what about the six day thing?" She piled sugar snap peas onto her fork.

I scooped up some baked potato and smeared the sour cream on evenly. "With each day the Genesis perspective is getting closer and closer to the face of the earth. On day six we have cattle and every manner of creeping things appear in the Genesis record." I popped the potato in my mouth chewed for a moment, swallowed and said, "The Genesis time frame of reference is slowing down. On day six humans are introduced and then the final act of creation is that God spoke to man and gave him dominion over the earth, over every herb, tree, fowl and beast."

"I'm not sure what to say." She sat with her knife and fork in the air above her plate.

"Each Genesis day is a frame of reference. Each day starts and ends and Genesis tells us what physically took place during that period."

"I'm still not sure that I follow." She cut into her remaining piece of steak.

"Scientists will tell you the universe is thirteen point eight billion years old."

"Okay." She popped the steak into her mouth.

I teased out more crab meat from the shell. "Scientists will tell you that the earth is about four and a half billion years old and that life appeared within a billion years after formation. If you don't believe me Sophie, Google it. It's mainstream science."

"No, I believe you," she said still with food in her mouth.

"Genesis tells us that's day three." I dragged the crab through the melted butter and into my mouth, careful not to dribble it on my chin again.

Swallowing she said, "Okay."

After I swallowed I said, "So day one started thirteen point eight billion years ago and day three started four and a half billion."

"Fine." She stabbed her last piece of steak.

I stabbed my last piece too. "By the end of day four, the atmosphere was formed. If we were standing on the surface of the planet we would see stars, the sun and the moon. The earth has an ozone layer that is protecting the planet."

"Okay." She popped her steak into her mouth.

I popped mine in too. We regarded each other for a moment as we both chewed our steak. I wondered if she was following what I was saying.

I swallowed. "Are you following what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes of course."

"Good," I said as I picked up some carrot pieces. "So, suddenly at the beginning of day five, life explodes on the planet. We call it the Cambrian explosion and we can date it to five hundred and forty two million years ago. By the end of day five we have dinosaurs and birds. Their first appearance in the archeological record is two hundred and forty five million years ago and a hundred and fifty million years respectively."

I popped the carrots into my mouth and chewed. Sophie said nothing but continued to eat.

After swallowing I continued, "Cattle was our day six opening event. It may be hard to define which type of cattle Genesis referred to, but aurochs date from the Pliocene epoch which started five point three million years ago."

"With man after that," she added.

"Exactly. And then followed by man, and this is important, man who could hear and understand God's command to take dominion of the earth."

"It's all starting to make sense, but I still don't understand the six day issue."

I scooped up the last few bit and morsels off my plate and ate it. Sophie cleaned her plate off too. We both looked at each other as chewed and swallowed. She had a little still left on her plate.

"The six days of Genesis is a continuous, unbroken time frame. The descriptions of what happened during those days, the goalposts set up in the Genesis story, however, are highlight events within those days." I paused for a moment to collect my train of thought. "Each successive Genesis day is roughly half the duration, or less, of the previous day. It's almost a mathematical formula. Whatever speed God was travelling at, he's been putting the brakes on big time. Until we get to the end of day six, when was that? Thirty? Fifty? A hundred thousand years ago? How long ago was it that homo sapiens started to domesticate cattle, plant orchards and take dominion over the earth?"

"Something like that," she said as she cleaned the last of her plate off.

"And on day seven?"

"He rested."

"Exactly. He's at our speed. The hidden message there...he's with us now."

"Okay Frank, I understand."

"Two final points Sophie."

"Alright."

"What was God doing for the last thirteen point eight billion years?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No. The answer is: He was creating."

"So is that why you don't believe in evolution?"

"No, no. I wouldn't mind evolution to be the vehicle through which God realizes His design. But that's not the case. Evolution fails because of its own stupidity."

"Ahh haa haah!" I love that laugh. "And what was your second final point?" She asked collecting the spent dishes in front of her.

"Well in Genesis, God always looks back at what He had just done that day and the line is typically 'And He was pleased.' Do you think He is going to look back at us humans and be pleased with our performance?"

She stood up from the table, "That's a very good question Frank. I would have to say, I don't think so."

I stood up to, "I agree. And thank you for dinner Sophie."

"Thank you Frank."

"I didn't make any dessert." I said as I walked into the kitchen carrying spent plates and the left over tomato and mozza salad.

"Good," she answered quickly, "because I'm stuffed to the gills."

"Wait, I was going to stuff you a little bit more."

"I hope so," she said as she kissed me on the cheek on her return trip to the table for more plates, "but hot tub first remember?"

She came back into the kitchen carrying plates. I opened the dishwasher. "Is that all of them?"

"Yes but the tablecloth needs to come off."

"Where do you learn those things?" She asked as we loaded the dishwasher.

"The Genesis stuff?" I pulled the dishwashing liquid out from under the sink, "I read and study, just like you." I turned the hot water on in the sink and while squirting dishwashing liquid soap in I said, "But tell me seriously Sophie, is it possible to condense modern science into thirty one lines more succinctly than in Genesis?"

"All I can say that when you put it the way you did, it all makes perfect sense. Genesis is an amazing story," she said as she stood behind me.

With my hands in soapy water I commented, "It's an amazing account. Startling. Scary almost. But it contains God and there is no place for God in the theories of our secular scientists."

I turn to look at her. Her cape was off and she stood on high heel shoes in the kitchen nearly naked, with bare tizzy. "Oh my God."

And that's the scientific God that you believe in?" She was smirking.

"Yup."

She stood up to the sink next to me and started washing up. I couldn't help myself. I had to run a finger through her tizzy as we cleaned up afterwards. She paused with soapy hands to enjoy the sensation. What a doll.

"Frank, I didn't make anything for lunch tomorrow. Any ideas?" She said as she folded up the tea towel.

"We have plenty of food, just nothing that resembles cold cuts," I answered. "Here's an idea. Why don't we head a little farther north and west tomorrow and simply find a restaurant for lunch? Hot tub?"

"Sure," she wiped the entire counter top with a dishcloth, "the weather's supposed to be nice. Or we can just have a big breakfast and then an early dinner."

"Works for me, we have several choices for dinner tomorrow. And Sunday. And Monday."

"Frank, are you sure that you want me here for the whole weekend?"

She shocked me. "I'm sorry Sophie. I just assumed that you wanted to." I sat on the high stool and undid one shoe.

"I do! I just don't want to put you out." She unclasped her left stocking.

"You're not putting me out. I love having you here." The other shoe came off.

"I'll head back on Monday, if that's okay with you." The stocking fell.

"After dinner on Monday?" I pulled one sock off.

"Early dinner." She undid the other stocking.

"And sex?" I pulled my other sock off.

"Definitely after sex. Not before sex."

"How about Margaritas for the hot tub?" My pants came off.