"At least, you've any feelings for me even if they're so conflicting!" Timothy whispered in honeyed voice with his decent, firm British accent, accentuated on his declaration as they shut their eyelids as they relished their romantic, sultry moment, being encompassed by their muffled moans, warm breaths, skins contacting along, tightly shut eyelids, due to the gradual building overwhelming pleasure and 2 sexes uniting. "I've always thought of you, in spite of my limited opportunities." He furthered between their sealed lips by lifting Jude up as he grasped her waist yet without dropping her on the floor unintentionally. Nonetheless, they didn't interrupt their ferocious kiss as it escalated as their wet tongues began dueling together until Timothy was on top of Jude as he laid her on the king sized bed as it bed springs commenced twanging, shaping a tune as it rang in their ears as the lovers grinded. The kiss deepened in a French, scrumptious one.

"You're a fool." The blonde murmured in velvety voice as she set free a muffled, honeyed moan, jingling unholy, sexy anthems in his sensitive ears as his berry-coloured, damp lips slithered slowly from hers by leaving a light saliva, dripping on the bottom, plumpish lip as his lips motioned below from her chin, following its marvelous, swan curve of her neck by licking it gently, relishing every inch of her swan, silky neck as she threw her head back, craned it by giving him a better access. In the beginning, he assaulted her neck with feather and light kisses until they grew ferocious, aggressive as he used his ivory, firm teeth by nibbling the silken skin of her neck. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ! That's so fucking good." The former sister of the church couldn't endure the elating pleasure which electroshocked her frail skeleton as goosebumps swept her mossy, satin flesh. Shivers conveyed her spine and body of peculiar sweetness and immense pleasure as it gradually built by her love's caresses, kissing and his essence, uniting with hers.

"A fool in love with you, rare bird!" He spoke as he didn't halt with the assault on her neck with fierily ferocious, chocolate molting kisses as the middle-aged woman kept her eyelids tightly shut without reluctantly opening them like blinds. Her mouth was incessantly opened as her hands cradled his head. Long, elegant, adroit fingers vigorously combed his chestnut hair. Light, girlish giggle escaped her lips. Their hearts heavily hammered in their chests, due to the unexplainable, fiendish pleasure they felt altogether as 2 compatitable souls's reunion and blending as a single paint with 2 tremendously different colors.

"Kiss me again!" She exceedingly, greedily begged in velvety voice after releasing dozens of muffled, silver-tongued moans which floated in the room, whereas Judy felt his tight crotch poking her abdomen lightly which aroused her insatiable, sexual appetite even more as if she was a savage animal.

In the interim, he moved up to her lips by capturing them in harsher, wilder kiss as one of his hands pawed her breast through her cotton white nightgown as his dexterous fingers lingered by squeezing its cotton fabric, feeling underneath his palm's touch its roundness, fullness, womanliness. Even her erected nipple underneath its palm pressure cried out for being released from the mundane, plain angelic nightgown as his index finger clicked by drastically changing her clothing in no time. It transformed it from the plain-vanilla, cotton ankle length gown into her satin ravishing red slip which she wore as a special outfit for him as an undergarment of her dark, wool, rigid habit which swathed almost every inch of her coconut milk, creamy flesh as it curvers weren't completely obliterated as its habit outlined the curve of her still firm breasts, slim waist and perfectly shaped legs.

Mellow, satin moans slipped away from her lips as she chewed his bottom lip until their kisses advanced, growing fiercely luscious as their tongues started dueling against one another again as she deepened the kiss into a French one as they shifted their poses. Meanwhile Judy pinned him with her weightless, bony weight as her hand lowered to his shirt's collar by unbuttoning his buttons until they gradually exposed his hairy, toned chest as she peeled off its discarded garment of his torso, tossing it on the carpeted flooring as her lips slowly glided from the journey of his lips down to his abs by peppering them with kisses as she ran delicately, velvety her hands all over his muscular torso, caressing it with her tender fingers each inch of it. Consequently he ran his fingers by fondling her shoulders as if its caress resembled a mother touching her newborn child's head by feeling his fingers tracing the curves of her well-defined, feminine shoulders, slender biceps.

"You're so perfect, my rare bird!" Timothy mumbled very softly like velveteen as if his tongue was made of velveteen and an incarnation of the delicateness. Made for complimenting the love of his life and deliver her with bewitching, blowminding orgasms, speaking volumes from the point of her body and soul's views.

"You don't have any idea who's actually the perfect whose abs are as firm as his rock hard cock." The former nun evoked in sultry, scoffing, honeyed voice as she licked his abs until her hands after their journey all over his torso, were unbuckling his belt and subsequently unzipping his slacks. Little did the former Monsignor know how her speech and manners were arousing even more his hard rock cock as its bulge intumesced through his trousers' crotch area, doing intoxicating, demonic wonders to him by tantalitizing him with something which he has almost never fantasizied about back in his mortal life especially as a devotional priest of the Roman Catholic church.

"Urgh!" He hoarsely grunted when she was yanking his trousers of his legs as he felt the freedom of being naked even the stark skin peeling for final time anything which clothed his flesh as one of her hands cupped his balls through his boxers' fabric, whereas her other one was squeezing his erected member as her lips glided through his abs until they peaked to his undergarment, opening grudgingly her eyelids as her darkened, cat eyes were fixed on him in dissatisfaction of the sole piece of garment which covered almost his naked body.

"I finally want ya inside me." The older lady muttered in husky voice without averting her gaze of his transfixed, noting her delirious dissatisfaction of not discarding his undergarment. "Now get this off!" She furthered by commanding sternly, cold-bloodedly as she withdrew her face from his lower abdomen by chewing her bottom, plumpish lip in tempting manner like tigress.

In the meantime, he obediently got rid off his lingerie which hugged his bulge as his hands peeled the spaghetti, thin satin strips of her nightie until they no longer braced her shoulders. Megawatt, succubus smirk flashed upon her face as they were getting rid of the last garments by tossing them on the floor carelessly as the king-sized bed became a battlefield. Battlefield of ethereal passion, lust, desire and sex!

As the spaghetti straps peeled her satin, pale arms, Timothy jerked the slip's top by pushing it, revealing her round, full breasts as he yet cupped them, lastly having the chance of feeling the mauve, erected nipple. Shortly after his erected member poked her abdomen as the blonde already sensed her folds drenched in dew of orgasm by pressing lightly her lips on his in a sensual, ardent kiss before moving down to tease his member.

Consequently her lips slithered from his lips, lowering by passing his neck, muscular, hairy chest and abs until her lips felt the rough, callous skin as she wrapped her naturally rosy-coloured lips around his members by putting it in her mouth to tease him with her masterful, lustful lips. Meantime the former holy man arched his neck by clutching shut his eyes. Soft, raspy moans heaved from the top of his brittle lungs, boating up in the bedroom as it decibels magnified within seconds, incapable of controlling its decibels of his radioactive moans.

"Oh fuck!" Groans and moans incessantly lingered on his tongue as he untied her tied in messy updo hair by releasing it from its knot. Ringlet of old Hollywood gilded tresses, cascading down her bare, milky as ghost upper back, lightly tickling her shoulders. He fisted her ruffled ringlet of golden curls in his mammoth, secure hands by giving her better access to his manhood. "You're amazing, my rare bird!" The former Monsignor fessed as he sluggishly uttered each syllable, unable to catch his breath. She succumbed him with the blowjob she was giving him. Electrifying not only his body, further, his cock as it hankered to fill her, feeling it by contracting his with its soaked walls and criminally thrust into her by increasing its pace as she musters up and reach their climaxes.

"I'm honored!" Her hazelish-brown eyes were darted to his as they were fulfilled with diabolic lust, maniacal desire and unconditional love. Darkness overlayed them as if the demon or the succubus, herself, scrutinized her recent prey of the unhallowed adultery. Prey of the succumbed sexual pleasure which would be the reason of his death. The motion of his cock in her mouth increased its pace as if he actually fucked her mouth. What the middle-aged lady would adore was Timothy to come in her mouth and spill his seed inside her oral cavity, savoring his mouth-watering semen. "Do you have any idea how crave you to come in my mouth? Besides to taste your semen?"

"I think I've an idea, Jude!" The younger gentleman replied through a light, coy guffaw giggle.

"Don't be too cocky and smarty pants! You hardly have any idea what honor would be to taste this cum of yours in my mouth as it lingers on my tongue. How about yar wishes?"

"We will see this, sexy beast! I'd love to taste your juicy juices as they dance on my lips of your tightness as I salivated and yearned for tasting it. You are more yummy than the coq-au-vins which you cooked for me." He panted by inhaling inwardly as waterfall of vomited moans and groans motioned through his lips. He wasn't able to open his eyes due to the immense pleasure which built in his body.

"Do not insult my cooking, Monsignor! Or if I had this cane of mine," The former holy woman hissed with her snake, sly tongue by winking at him, biting her bottom lip by trying to be as sexy as possible for him. She jeered at him by addressing him with his ecclesiastical title until he cut her off in her mid-sentence curtly.

"If we were in charge again, you'd be the one who should be murderously caned since you're a naughty sister." Timothy said in sneering, sarcastic manner as the both lovers couldn't help but chuckle mirthfully along. "Weren't you a naughty, very naughty sister, were you?" He proceed with his rhetorical question as he cocked back his head when she returned to her process. Teasing his cock with her lips and tongue as one of her hands cupped his tight balls in one of the palms of her hands, whereas her other hand straddled his legs.

"How do you think, Monsignor?" Her tongue circled around his manhood's tip by observing his mimics which wore succumbence of ginormous carnal desire and lust as louder, softer moans and groans zinged out of his lips.

"Oh fuck!" The former man of the cloth roared as he verged his climax to spill his seed inside her mouth. "Jude, I'm com-" He was scarcely in his mid-sentence until he came into her mouth as she withdrew her face of his member by releasing it, savoring his semen by licking greedily, defiantly by humming melodiously content, glorious tunes with her eloquent, heartmelting voice.

"Mmmm! You taste...mmmm,yummy!"

Subsequently they shifted their positions as he was on top of her, pinning her slender, weightless body as their eyes met, locking up her alluring, ardent gaze which was transfixed on him. His actions, body language, manners.

"You're so beautiful, my rare bird!" In this moment, his mammoth, smooth hand reached for her mane of aureate curls by stroking them gingerly by admiring its softness of her lion mane, ideally framing her angelic, pale, porcelain complexion with its natural beauty. A beaming, ivory smile danced on his lips as his legs straddled her almost bare body as its ravishing red slip covered her lower abdomen and mid-thigh.

"Only if I was out of this." His finger clicked, doing enchanting marvels in a jiff as she was naked. Literally entire his as his eyes widened at the sight. Seeing Jude naked was his dream come true at last. He hasn't seen her naked or she played as a protagonist in his dreams by visiting them especially stark or wearing her bloody red nighttie. What the former holy man has wondered was actually what her body looked like without the rigid, conservative clerical church attires which she was obligated to wear as a daily outfit in Briarcliff though little did he know what she was exactly wearing under that habit of hers. In the interval, she spread her legs and arms loosely as if she resembled a snow angel. "You can touch me. I'm all yars."

"Only mine!"

"You're also mine. I'm your holy whore, your Vatican wife or whatever you call it. Just be natural!" The blonde clarified in velvety voice as his hand still stroked her long wavy honey hair as his colossal, milky hands lowered to her cheeks by cupping them as his fingers traced her well-defined cheekbones, admiring her ethereal, sacred beauty. Her beguiling smile shone by glinting scintillating nuances into his warm chocolate brown eyes of happiness, love, desire and lust.

Timothy relished the moment of tracing even caress every inch of hers as she was entirely his. At the same time, he was beyond spellblinded by her unarguable beauty. Inescapable for his chestnut brown eyes which were transfixed on her figure especially her gorgeous face which he has always seen since their first encounter even if her ringlet of old Hollywood silky tow-colored wavy tresses. In front of him, there was a real angel. Wan, lustrous as snow flesh. The beddable curves of her waist and hips. The firmness, roundness of her full breasts even if she has breastfed a few times Elsie and struggled with her first, nevertheless fatiguing pregnancy. Her long, dazzling as towers legs as they show lack signs of aging, stretch marks and wrinkles. In short, his right hand was perfect.

Throughout his hands move down as his fingers traced up and down her swan neck until his fingers were met with the roundness of her breasts by pawing the one, whereas his tongue circled her her mauve, soft areola as his lips were wrapped around her erected nipple, kissing it until the former Monsignor scrapped it, causing her embarrassed frequent, megawatt moans and groans levitate in their room as she threw her head back, craning her neck.

"Oh holy fuck, honey! Don't stop!" The middle-aged lady insisted recalcitrantly as she balled her fists, her manicured toes curled up and cradling his head, running her fingers through his dark, slightly shaggy hair. "Fuck yeah!" Another scrap hit her as if the singer was sitting on an electroshock chair, feeling an earthquake as it resembles a reccuring seizure.

"Do you like it?" The former Cardinal inquired excited as a little boy by surveying her look which she wore on her face.

Then she just sighed, huffing mildly exasperated by the opulent questions, nonetheless, impending responses on them.

"Stop asking and just enjoy your time, darling!"

"You're so sexy, my rara avis! Tell me what do you desire for now."

"Treat me like yar slut! Yar holy whore. And tease, and fuck me like as you've always wanted." Furthermore, she was beyond flattered by his compliment for not only calling her sexy, but also beautiful which molted her heart as its searing flames ignited the sandcastles of the stone heart she used to possess and the barrier. Barrier, shielding her against the feelings of the fervent love and the damned feeling of falling in love. Barrier, keeping her wits about each representative of the opposite sex who might be a handsomer with benevolent nature, nonetheless having the appearance of a heartbreaker. Stone heart, which she planted in her ribs after joining the church and being part of the ecclesiastical duties for the church, her vows and Mother Claudia's sake. Stone heart, contrasting her vacuum heart which she once possessed after her former fiancé dumped her and vacuum heart, made of nothing than dust which incarnated once its splendor and color that mottled it. Vacuum heart, hunting for love and somebody to fuel her heart with love, affection and warmness she has itched for ages after galore heartbreaks, sorrow, desolation and melancholies.

Instead of bickering with her, due to her provocative declaration, he just kept on with his teasing process by cherishing each romantic and sensual moment they've whelmed themselves in the mist, hazy but profound seas of the halcyon, sultry waves, which collided on the tow-coloured sands, sheeting the beach's ground.

Thereafter his lips slithered at a slow pace from her hard, wee nipple down to her small stomach, licking all the way down to her belly until his tongue tipped her slit by pecking feather and light kisses on her swollen clit, using his firm teeth by nibbling the sensitive skin of her nerves in ferocious manner as she heaved breathless, inebriating moans and groans of pleasure and pain the same time once his teeth contacted her clit. He closed tightly his orbs by relishing the moment of eating her out.

"Oh my fucking God! You're amazing, Timothy! Don't stop eating me!" The middle-aged mother persistently cried out. Little did Jude know what he's capable of. In the meanwhile, his tongue slided inside her slit, sucking her out damp folds as his fingers caressed by fondling her hipsby spreading her long, elegant legs.

"Mmmm!" Meanwhile the younger man pushed his tongue inside her core, sensing the protracted juices of hers contacting his wet tongue, thrumming angelic, hallowed hymns in her ears by jingling soft, chirping tunes. "Oh God! You're so tight, rare bird!" Then he inserted a couple of dexterous, callous fingers inside her core by thrusting them in and out.

"You're damn right! Ya have a task." What she hasn't forgotten was actually cautioning her warning towards him in honeyed, panting voice as her petite hands drifted up to her boson, cupping her round, full breasts, sensing the pressure of her palms squeezing her erected, mauve, tiny nipples and her core's walls contracting his fingers.

Shortly after teasing her core with his fingers and sweet mouth, hence, the blonde yearned for his length to fill her core and milk her dry.

"For heaven sake, I eventually want you inside me!"

Instead of rebelling against her plea by blandly quarreling in heating debates, he withdrew his face from her core by massaging on circles her hard clit, teasing it by pinching. Electrifying shivers conveyed her body of sweetness, immense pleasure as she verged to reach her climax, building gradually even drastically. After teasing her, her legs lastly clasped around his waist as she was almost ready to ride his crotch by positioning his member at her entrance by snaking her arms around his muscular, strong shoulders, clung to him.

Seconds before the initial, slow, soreful thrusts, they admired one another's faces, their shining, smug smiles, cracked on them. Their glistening pools with bright hues of its genuine colors which exposed her veritable emotions and feelings. Thronging whirlpool of anathematized feelings such as love, desire, lust.

"You're so handsome, sweetie!" One of his colossal, secure hands cupped her breast, whilst the other one had it on her hip, squeezing it.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, my rara avis!" The former priest complimented her softly as she couldn't repress instinctive, idle chew of her bottom lip in tempting manner as she felt his length filling her core.

Seconds later, at first his thrusts were painful and slow until Jude mustered up as hive of honeyed moans escaped from the top of her lungs as the both lovers were unable to catch their breaths. The blonde closed her hazelish-brown eyes as his thrusts became quicker and less painful than moments ago. The soaked core walls contracted his plugged manhood. In the meantime, her manicured in ravishing red nails scrapped all over his back, leaving welts and grazes on his flesh. Marks of the beast. Marks of a tigress.

"Oh fuck! You're so tight."

"Don't stop, please! That's damn good." The former sister of the Roman Catholic church emboldened him as she struggled to spell any syllable by riding him since she was on cloud nine.

In the interim, Timothy was watching the moment of thrusting in and out inside her. Her lion mane of gilded tresses and breasts were bouncing up and down with each swift, frequent and vigorous motion. His luscious, berry-coloured lips actually salivated in the sight of her bouncing halo honey ringlet and breasts, darting his chocolate brown eyes on his lover's tightly shut eyelids.

"Open your eyes! Just for a while." The former man of the cloth ordered in unrelenting way without raising his voice as skin contacted other skin. Two essences interweaved along.

Meantime she opened her eyes as chocolate met honey brown, locking up her orbs without averting his from hers.

"What was this for?"

"Don't ask a lot, rare bird! You're gorgeous. I love it when we're looking into each other's eyes." Jaunty, lovely grin curled up in the corner of his lips.

"I love it either, Timothy!" Their climaxes were approaching as the final, fatal thrusts inside her core were as lethal as his spilled seed inside her which she savoured as their groans and moans unabatingly floated in the room. The surroundings around them were too oblivious and blurry for them in the mist fog, clouding them in the background. Fortunately, they were the only inhabitants in this room. For their own luck, Elsie wasn't there, nor anybody who's part of the afterlife duties. "Oh fucking God! You're so damn sexy. You're the best!" She heaved another agog cry as it felt like paradise.

"Oh, holy shit!" In this moment, his semen was spilled inside her core at last as he plugged out his member of it as her violated slit oozed his seed, webbing it in sticky dew. The both lovers collapsed as Timothy pinned Judy's chest. They were momentarily opting to catch their breaths.

"I'd like to make a confession."

"What's your confession, darling?" The younger man posed the question by effortly panting as he rolled on the other side by laying alongside together on the king sized bed after making love to one another.

"I'd like to apologize for everything terrible I said and did to you. For my ire in general when I needed to listen to you the most. Even when you confessed you murdered Elsie just to protect yourself from the authorities. I was so impulsive to the scars on my soul of your betrayal, ya know." The older lady fessed softly as their hearts heavily pulsated in their chests until seconds later they gathered from the ground their discarded garments and lingerie by dressing up themselves again by sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"I'm not blaming you for this fury of yours which oozed of you at all. It was my entire fault for messing your and Elsie's lives especially yours. You deserved much better."

"Stop apologizing, Timothy! Of course, ya are being forgiven." Meanwhile, she patted affably, lightly his shoulder as in a single click of his finger he was dressed up in the same neat clothes just before getting rid of them onto his body. "I forgive you!" She whispered mellowly. Once the former nun put on her red slip and underwear, she reclined on the bed by ushering the former man of the cloth to lean down.

"W-what did you say? Y-You forgive me?"

"I do, of course!" As he docilely bended down, their faces and lips's proximity were scarcely inches even centimeters. They were rather millimeters away from one another. Chocolate brown links with hazelish-brown. She cupped his jawline in the palms of her hands, whereas his cupped her cheeks. A reassuring, serene smile distorted across their lips. "We live only once. Not only as mortals, but also as spectrals. I cannot let you just go whether in heaven or hell without earning my forgiveness."

***

A several minutes later, the lovers were beyond anxious for Elsie since Esther toured her around the gothic chateau and nonetheless, they sensed prejudices assaulting their train of thoughts as they were happily holding one another's hands by pacing in the dim light in gothic, retro glowing lights the long, abysmal corridors of the castle. They achieved a mutual atonement though they were more than determined soon to flee the purgatory with their daughter and being transported into their new home where they genuinely belonged. It's actually heaven since their heavenly redemption.

Their first task before leaving the purgatory was to find their daughter and the wretched, somber souls of the sacred place, in case to mutually redeem.

As soon as they descended the stairway to the first floor, they strolled up to the goth bar as the hallways werent'crowded at all. As they pushed the double bar door, their sparking eyes were fixed on the bar in general. Elsie, Mary Eunice, Elsa, Frank and Melinda were sitting on the high bar stools, whilst Esther, the hostess herself was the bartender this time, pouring in the empty scotch glasses of Frank and Elsa some mere rom as its sinful, mouth-watering aroma of rom overspread in the bar immediately. In the interval, music played in the background.

"Just yesterday mornin', they let me know you were gone! Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you! I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song! I just can't remember who to send it to!" Fire and Rain by James Taylor played recently inside the bar's background as his eloquent voice and the fiddled guitar stings mingled in the song as one.

"Hey you birds in love!" The black-haired woman evoked as the couple earned not only Esther's prompt attention, moreover the former cop, the former freak show owner, the former young nun and their daugher's attentions as well within seconds since they set a foot in the bar. "Look who's there in the bar!" She winked at them gamely by giggling inwardly to herself.

"The perfect love!" The younger lady exclaimed beyond elated by Jude and Timothy's love by admiring their genuine romance which melted her brittle, vulnerable heart. An innocent, content smile spread across her naturally rosy-coloured lips, gluing her sapphire blue eyes at them without reluctance.

"Elsie?" The both parents approached their daughter by embracing her tightly, warmly for a split second by bending down to pepper her temple with tender, doting kisses.

"Thank you for the drinks, Esther!" Her recent clients received their beverages at last by sipping of them eventually, whilst Esther nodded by affirming their kindness.

"I love you, Mommy and Daddy! Much more than anything!"

"We love you more than anything, our little, sweet ray of sunshine!" The parents broke off the hug with their sole daughter by pinching playfully, merrily her button nose, thereafter shifting their astounded looks they wore on their youthful, pale faces up to the hostess as their smiles froze suddenly. "Esther! I didn't know in the bar the kids are allowed." The middle-aged lady cautioned panicked as she arched an elegant eyebrow, seating next to her daughter as Timothy sat alongside her.

"Don't be silly, dear! I've changed the rules there." The black-haired woman winked at the former sister of the church by extending a cigarette pack by offering the couple cigarettes as they accepted unsolicitedly as they offered sympathetic smiles at her, forming a crescent dancing upon their complexions. Consequently she light their cigarettes as they leant and taking their first drags of their cigar lengths, blowing dim in other direction without envenoming their daughter with its smoke's severe stench.

"I've seen fire and I've seen rain! I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end! I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend! But I always thought that I'd see you again! Won't you look down upon me, Jesus! You've got to help me make a stand!"

"What happened to the French barman who was usually there?" The younger man questioned quizzically.

"Well, he's being busy with personal problems and that's why I'm here. Otherwise if he's there, Elsie wouldn't be there since in the bars until you aren't 18, you're being forbidden from entering here." Esther explained in hoarse voice.

"Oh! That makes sense. Elsie is a lucky girl." The middle-aged mother replied plainly, taking a second drag of her cigarette by sighing a sigh of relief. "At least, you're so liberal and permit children to enter there."

"Well, this goth mansion is my property and I'd do whatever I want to."

"Jude?" The much younger blonde yelled as she drew instantly her former tutor's attention as their eyes met, locking up her stare.

"Mary Eunice? Yar back finally."

"Yes. I and Timothy redeemed ourselves, in order to forgive one another. And I want to tell you three words. I'm so sorry."

The former holy woman just nodded humbly, smiling radiantly by feeling special after her former favorite nun expressed her shame and apologise which she has owed her for a long time.

"Ya don't need to apologise, Mary Eunice. I don't blame ya for the mess. It was the devil's fault. For residing yar body and commanding you doing unbelievable things which Mary Eunice would never do with her both, bare hands."

"I told ya the forgiveness unlocked the key to the imminent step of the new chapter of your book, based on your relationship." The German emigrant cautioned by sipping her rom, subsequently licking greedily her lips as she felt the alcohol burning the corners of her mouth by relaxing her organs and body in general. The British emigrant turned to the German lady as their gazes crossed. Chocolate meets hazel.

"You've just got to see me through another day! My body's aching and my time is at hand! I won't make it any other way! I've seen fire and I've seen rain! I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end! I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend!"

"You were particularly right, Elsa. I'd like to thank you for your council and your words back then. It means so much to me." The former member of the clergy took a puff of his nicotine length by blowing vague dim, smiling sheepishly, happily as his other free hand fonlded his daughter's mane of chestnut tresses, admiring its softness.

"Elsa?" The native Bostonian exclaimed merely.

"Hmm? Ja, Judy?"

"I owe you an apology for not believing yar words in the beginning. I thought the forgiveness would be impossible task for both of us but it seemed like a piece of cake since I'm looking back in the past. I mean when my bile rose up in my throat."

"It's alright, my darling! At least, you can be at peace with yourself, Judy!"

"Judy and Frank! You deserve my thousands of apologises for everything atrocious I did to you." The adolescent directly apologized the both middle-aged adults as they yielded to forgive the juvenile blonde.

"It's alright, little sister! You're being forgiven."

***

After spending their final moments in the bar as the unwed couple and their love child were beyond bitterly gleeful for spending them with the people they love and rely on the most even if they know them personally the least, at least they were more than determined to flee the determinal place within minutes before saying goodbye to the others after towering the stairs for the third floor and gathering the ensemble in the observatory.

The former pious members of the church and Elsie were not only being encircled by Frank, Elsa, Melinda and Mary Eunice, but also by Esther, the owner of the gothic chateau.

"This supposed to be a farewell one." The librarian emphasized farewell by rubbing her head absentmindedly.

"Isn't it a farewell one, Melinda? For their better sake by finding peace with themselves at last?" Esther took another puff of her mint cigarette, subsequently blowing dim, diffusing around the observatory.

"We will deeply miss everybody of you, regardless what do you think." The former holy man said in velvety voice as his British, mellow accent accentuated on his last words by holding his lover and daughter's hands, fitting perfectly into his larger, protective ones.

"It won't be the same without you, Judy! Even both of you." The former actress bit her bottom, bright pink lip by timidly ambling up to her speculated doppelganger, offering her a kindhearted, fonding smile, loomed on her lips.

"Unfortunately, our destiny has told us so to go in our new home. Howsoever, before going in the heaven, the farewell process is right here."

"At least, you were spectacular and you deserve your own peace at least once in your afterlife." The former police officer rejoinder optimistically, soothingly.

"We're up to here. Thank you for being part of our journey for redemption as well!" In this moment, Jude, Timothy and Elsie hugged each inhabitant of the gothic mansion even the hostess herself. Some of the hugs endured for a split second. Whilst there were hugs which lasted even longer than a minute.

"At least, your peace is your fate. Be satisfied with your decisions which helped you to reach up to there." Mary Eunice evoked.

"Fair enough! Thank you for everything buddies and we strongly appreciate each council of yours which we earned. Farewell!" In the interim, the couple and their love child vanished shortly after the older blonde declared formally as they vanished in the limbo like spilled glitter everywhere in the thin air.

***

Something soft as satin. Something even softer than a satin were laid down the unwed couple with their love child. Little did they know where they exactly laid. Their eyelids were shut like closed windows. Faint snores levitated in the grand, heavenly room where they were actually sleeping altogether gathered on the king-sized bed as its cloudy, white as snow velveteen blanket sheeted almost every inch of their bodies with exception of their head, neck and shoulders. It reeked of cream even more celestial. Perhaps white roses's fragrance taunted their sensitive nostrils as they were asleep yet.

All of a sudden, 3 of them came to their senses at last by waking up along in the same time as they released an ordinary yawn until the lovers realized they wore much different garments in the heaven. They weren't the same. They were cuddling into each other's arms as Elsie was sleeping between them, turned to her mother's side. The former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer's silky honey mane of old Hollywood curls were ruffled on the pillow.

As she woke up to her lover and daughter's faces, she couldn't suppress a growing, ecstatic smile, forming on her lips, admiring their delirious grace.

"It's such a joy waking up with yar blissful family, moreover when our treasure is in our arms."

"For sure, rare bird! I love both of you more than my life." He pecked a kiss on the top of the little girl's head, thereafter pressing lightly, lovingly his lips on his lover's, sealing them into an ardent, short kiss.

"I love you more than anything, sweetie! I'm so happy we're together in heaven. In the kingdom of the angels. In the kingdom of the God servants. In the kingdom of those who've already redeemed themselves for their sins' sake." The middle-aged lady exclaimed jubilantly by giggling lightly like a schoolgirl, caressing her daughter's cheek as her other elvish, warm hand reached up for his dark hair, running her fingers through it.

"You don't have any clue how bloody happy I'm for earning your forgiveness and being together again even with our little sweet ray of sunshine." Afterwards the both proud parents shifted down their orbs to the infant as she gawked at them uncertain, nonetheless her chocolate brown eyes glistened sparks of love, pure innocence and warmness. Childish orbs whose owners are solely Mary Eunice and Elsie. They were fountain or rather richness of munifiscence. They were pure, stainless souls as well.

"I'm much happier for uniting along as family and forgiving you as I held this as my own grudge for my misfortune." Hence, the former holy woman took a deep breath by clearing her throat as their hearts molted of their honeyed words. "I love you, Timothy!"

"I love you much more, my rara avis!"

"Mommy and Daddy?" Suddenly their daughter evoked rhetorically, earning momentarily her parents' inquiring looks they wore on their sanguine faces.

"Yes, sweetheart?" They asked in unison.

"I love you so much!"

"Aww! We love you too more than ourselves, Elsie! You are our whole world!"

The End

Thank you so much for this short journey by taking your time to read my story, besides voting and commenting! I genuinely appreciate each of this, dear reader!

I really enjoyed writing this book.  I'm sorry for the sloppy ending, nevertheless I wanted to update it as soon as possible and not disappoint my most loyal readers as well.

I will be back for other future book projects. If you're currently wondering on which book/story of mine is still in progress, it's actually Orphan in Limbo and if you haven't readen it yet, go and read it! I think you will like it as well.

Thank you once again for everything! 

See you in the future book projects!

Alex xoxo💞💞