Satan's sin : Her Husband's wife

Knowing each other

Blinking repeatedly, I found the grace to pull away from her. She identified as a person lost in her own thoughts because she remained still, not moving.

"Are you okay?" I asked for the umpteenth time, pointing a hand in her direction. She placed hers in my grip and got me to successfully get her to stand.

"I am, thank you." She sighed. She looked troubled and her face was red from embarrassment. I tried to avoid her from feeling that way, smiling so she saw it was okay.

I went on one knee to scrutinize her ankle. "Wiggle your foot." I ordered. I had similar experiences with my children and thought it did not sound very childish to command her to do so.

She chuckled but did as told. "It's fine, really."

I took that as a cue to get back on my feet. "That is okay then." I smiled. She got rid of the second heel, holding it in her hand as we both walked towards the Librarian desk.

"Thank you for your help Kent." She expressed her gratitude in the kindest manner.

"It is nothing." I shrugged, brushing it off.

"I'm sorry I'm late." She said as soon as we had got to our respective desk. "Something came up and I had to attend to it." Mary zipped her bag open, pulled her phone and began to type in it, her keyboard making aggressive sounds that were not pleasing to the ear.

"You are lucky it's one of those days where business is slow." I said, uncomfortable that she was not looking in my direction. "And even if it were not, I can assure you I got you covered."

At that, she placed her phone back in her bag and waited for me to keep speaking.

"Why, since we have time on our side like you claim, care to tell me more about yourself? Yesterday was pretty busy and we did not get to talk." She said, after the realization of my followed silence befell her.

"I'm a simple man." I scratched the back of my head nervously. I was terrible at making introductions about myself. "I'm married with two beautiful children."

That made her eyes shoot wider and the most beautiful smile crawled up her face. "Aww, that is so adorable! I absolutely love children and can barely do without them!" She gave no reaction to my marital status and I decided deeply against bringing it up.

"Really? Do you have children too?" There was no ring on her finger and it got me assuming she was the kind of woman that either hated to use a ring, or she was a single mother.

"No." She was quick to shake her head. "I'm not even married." She rolled her eyes.

"It isn't a requirement to have children, these days." I told her with a slight nod of my head.

"I don't see a problem with those that have children without getting married but, personally it isn't something I would venture into. I'm a very, religious woman." I found myself pleased by her latter piece of information.

"You are?" I mentally crossed my fingers she was a Christian as I despised to be involved in conflicting beliefs.

"I used to be one of the choristers in my church." She smiled, proud of her delivered  knowledge.

"I'm a religious man myself." It felt safe to tell it to her after gaining the knowledge. "In fact, I'm the main pastor in my church."

She gasped involuntarily as I could tell, "what? That is unbelievable." She was flabbergasted. "Not to be offensive but you actually look like someone who would pass off as a basketball player." She hid a chuckle, I could tell from the way she smiled, biting her lower lip.

"It is okay. I get similar comments so I'm used to it." I sincerely said.

"What church do you head?" She demanded to know.

"The saviour's cathedral, it is a branch of the church not far from here. The main branch is in Washington." I said.

"No way! I moved in here, only a few days ago and passed by that church just yesterday. I was going to give it a try this Sunday but now that I know you head it, I'm definitely going to be there!" She beamed in excitement.

"It is always a pleasure to have a new member added." I smiled gracefully.

"You never told me why you fancy children so." I brought up in remembrance of the topic that had led to this discussion.

"I'm a babysitter. Well, used to be. Until I moved here, I spent most of my time watching children everyday. I grew so attached and it is a job I'm going to miss." She had gloom in her eyes, thinking about her past life and I felt the pity for her.

"If the need arises, you could watch my children for some time if you'd like?" I suggested, hoping I posed as the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Yes, I would really love to!" Like a bat out of hell, she redeemed the enthusiasm in her eyes, ridding herself of the cherlessness that had lasted only a moment.

"You are welcome then." I grinned. Something about her face and the way she acted made me know I was going to be pleased about my colleague and having her presence.

"Pastor Kent. That is a befitting title that matches your name, don't you think?" She stared, lost in space.

"I'm used to it, so there really is nothing I feel about. Sometimes, I forget the pastor title isn't a part of my name." I admitted, ending my statement with a laugh.

The door opening, distracted us from keeping up with our discussion. "Oh, a customer!" Mary announced. "Ready to begin the day's work." She stood to her feet as the reader approached us.

"Hi, I would like to return a borrowed book." The red haired man with a pot belly said as he got to our desk.