Like I said, he is most in favor of status quo. And that includes his people’s beliefs. The old ways make him comfortable. There are enough Messenge...s of God already in their faith.”“So, a new Abraham?”“Or worse, a new Moses.”“You know their texts?”“These people respect intelligence.”“What do you think of the torah?”“It’s a history of a people. Not my people.”“But they think their god is your god.”“I like diversity in gods,” Pontius shrugs. “It’s more fun and sexier.”“You should read Solomon’s. I found her. A high school student, 19 years old, and crying. She didn’t notice me, had I not been able to read such things. I might of think I scared her off the edge. No, the grim and me both sensed her resolve. She jumped.I followed her and slowed time down for all but her ability to communicate with me. The look of shock would normally be amusing, but I don’t find this situation amusing.“What the, what is happening?” She screamed.I ignored the typical question for now. “I am, a powerful. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in it’s familiarity. I’m also Heathen and find comfort in the sagas of my ancestors and the images of Freyja, sweet Sunna, and Hel. The Disir I adore. What’s interesting is faith or no faith I’m observant enough to know that there’s things that go bump in the night that a .357 won’t do nothing for. They don’t depend on your frame of mind. They just are.The upshot is I decided to quit. “Ahh,” she moaned. I was rubbing my entire palm on her tummy and even pinched her on the navel a few times. I felt like I was having a concussion while doing that.I looked at her. She had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. Now I had made my mind and the events till now had pushed me to this. In seconds, I put my hand on her back pulled her towards me and our lips met for the first time. She was shocked and so was I at my own action. “Adi,” she tried to murmur but I kept kissing her.