Crimson Echoes in the Dark

“In and out,” I muttered under my breath. With practiced ease, I let myself into the quiet house at the end of the culdesac. I hadn’t done my normal planning, but I was desperate, and I needed to find something quick.

There was just enough light coming through the window to see the kitchen on my left. The laptop on the counter would do just fine. Slipping it into my bag, I turned just as the lights came on, and I found myself staring down the wrong end of a nickel plated revolver. Holding it was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” The absence of nervousness in her voice made my insides curl and fear crept over me. I didn’t want to die tonight.

“I asked you a question.”

Honesty was the only option that might keep me alive. I slowly raised my hands and explained my desperation, knowing full well that she probably wouldn’t believe me.

When I finished she asked me, “Do you believe in God?”

Thinking she was going to tell me I was about to meet Him, I just gave her another honest answer.

“I believe there is a God, but I don’t know Him personally.”

I briefly closed my eyes, thinking this was it, but the seconds ticked by and I opened them to find she had done something completely unexpected; she had lowered her pistol. I can’t imagine the surprise in my eyes went unnoticed.

“What’s your name?”

“Eric.”

“Well Eric, I’m going to show you mercy, but you’re going to listen to a story.” “Because that God you don’t know personally once showed mercy to me.”

She went on to explain what she called “The plan of salvation.” How God so loved the world, and that we were all sinners, and that Christ died for us so we could be saved. Bits and pieces I had heard before, but she made it clear in a way that I could understand.

With her story complete, she moved further back into the hall and said, “I’m about to pray over you, but if I hear a step, you’ll die on my floor.”

I believed her. The prayer she prayed was something about conviction and The Holy Spirit, but I was too amazed at what was happening to hear it all. When she finished, she looked up to find that I hadn’t moved.

She raised the pistol once more and reached for something on what I could only guess was a table in the hallway. Her hand came back into view and she was holding a wallet. I was genuinely confused as she pulled out some bills and placed them on the counter.

“Put the laptop down and take the bills, but if you come back for more, I’ll drop you.”

I believed the part about being shot, but her inexplicable generosity was more than I could understand. Feeling my luck was running out, though, I did what she said.

As I walked down her sidewalk she said, “Good luck Eric, and may God show you mercy.”

There aren’t many times in my life that truly stunned me, but I was in total disbelief. This woman could have killed me, but she didn’t. She could’ve called the cops, but she didn’t. She gave me money and told me about a man named Jesus.

I’d like to say that I moved on and forgot about it, but the next week of my life was torture. The words she said echoed in my mind, and a gut wrenching ache wouldn’t let me go. And despite her warnings, I found myself pulling into back her culdesac. It was daylight this time, though, and I wasn’t dressed to steal.

When her door opened I had stepped back and raised my hands.

“What are you doing here Eric?”

“That story you told me, it’s all I think about. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s torturing me.”

The nickel plated steel was glistening in the sun, but I didn’t care. “Please help me. Please tell me what to do.”

The tears burned my cheeks as they fell and I felt her hand on my shoulder. “It’s The Lord. It’s conviction. You need to be saved.”

“How?!”

She led me through a prayer and I prayed it, then the most welcoming peace I had ever felt swept through me and I cried a different kind of tears.

Both her hands were on my shoulders now and her words comforted me. I didn’t fully understand it, but I knew my life had forever changed.

It was then I was formally introduced to Officer Lori Michaels. We had a long talk and she told me that my sins were forgiven, but to fully escape my past, some restitution had to be made. This seemed to make sense with what was going on inside my heart, so I rode with her to the station and turned myself in.

Court was short due to my guilty plea, and the judge’s sentence was well deserved on my part. I was just lucky there were no felonies. She was there smiling at me, and despite beginning some time in jail, I felt an inexplicable peace.

A month later, she came to the jail out of uniform for a visit.

“I hear you’ve been doing well.”

“I get probation in two years if I behave myself.”

“Then you should behave yourself.” “For some extra incentive, if you do your time without a peep, I’ll find you a job when you get out.”

This woman continued to shock me. I simply couldn’t understand her kindness. Our time that day ended, but a month later, she was back. This started a pattern of visits that gradually found us opening up more and more to each other.

We first became friends and I found that I genuinely liked her. She was smart, quick witted, and aside from our chosen professions, we had quite a few things in common.

She also shared more of her faith, and I found myself looking forward to learning. But that wasn’t all. For me at least, as the months passed, the friendship was turning into more. I was falling in love with her.

I didn’t say anything, and she seemed oblivious, but my heart ached for her and many tears were shed in my cell. I knew I was a fool for letting it happen. I knew she would never see me as anything other than a criminal, but despite it all, I knew this unattainable woman was as the love of my life.

It had been twenty-three months and she was once again sitting in front of me. The night we met had become something we could laugh about. She was teasing me about how scared I looked in that moment when the words spilled out of my mouth.

“I love you, Lori.”

She stopped mid-sentence, and I dropped my head. I waited for her quick wit to turn on me fearing that I had just lost my only friend.

When I finally looked up she was smiling. “It’s about time Eric, I was starting to think you were never going to say it.”

Once again, this woman left me speechless. The last month flew by, and when they opened the gate, she was there to greet me.

“Get in. I have to introduce you to your new boss, then I have another surprise for you.”

My new boss was her Dad, and after his grip nearly buckled my knees, and he made a threat I knew he was good for, he told me he’d pick me up at seven. I didn’t even ask from where.

The surprise was dinner at her house. As I helped her prepare, she jokingly told me I should know where everything was. It was the first of many laughs that evening. After we cleared the table, she became serious.

“Here are the rules. I expect to be dated, I expect to be treated like a lady, I expect you to attend church with me, and I expect you to prove yourself to both me and my Dad.”

I was overwhelmed with what I was hearing. She wanted to date me. I think my mouth was still hanging open when she got up from the table and took me by the hand. She led me through the house and into the bedroom, where a soft light illuminated the bed.

She looked at me expectantly and smiled before whispering, “Let’s start with a little conversation, then we’ll see how things go.” Her voice sent shivers down my spine as she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me down beside her. Her hand rested lightly on my thigh as she began to speak, her voice soft and gentle as she told me about her life, her hopes, and her dreams. As she spoke, her hand moved closer, her fingers tracing patterns on my leg, sending waves of heat through my body. The anticipation built as her hand moved further down my thigh, until her fingertips brushed against my crotch. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as her touch ignited a fire within me.

She leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto mine, and whispered, “Don’t you want this?” Her lips met mine in a soft, tentative kiss, sending shivers down my spine. Her hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer, while her fingers continued to caress my leg. The heat intensified, and my body responded instinctively, my muscles tensing as her touch ignited a primal desire within me.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine, and said, “Take your time, Eric. Let the passion build.” Her words sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins, and I found myself unable to resist the pull of her gaze. As she leaned in once more, her lips grazing my chest, I felt my body begin to tremble uncontrollably. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire in my soul, and I knew that I was completely lost in her embrace. She continued to explore my body, her fingers teasing and tantalizing, sending shivers down my spine. With each touch, my desire grew stronger, and I found myself unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. As she moved lower, her hand descending onto my hips, I let out a moan of pure ecstasy. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer. Her fingers tightened around my hips, and she began to thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I lost myself in the moment, completely surrendering to her touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I reached the peak of ecstasy. As she pulled back, her eyes filled with a knowing smile, she whispered, “Now that was good.” And with that, she leaned in once more, ready to continue the pleasure, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful and passionate journey with the woman who had saved my life and stolen my heart.

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