Call Name Mary Magdalene

The bell rings, so the girls and I run to the front of the  compound and line up. We’re dressed to impress and barely dressed. Tall, dark,  and handsome (short, dark, and pudgy, but we make him feel otherwise) eyes us  up and down.

He picks me, of course, and we stroll down the hallway toward my office – complete with spinning bed and power tools. My call name is  Mary Magdalene, I say, because who wouldn’t want to sleep with a saint. Plus,  Jesus could ring that bell any day.

His hands fumble over my curves like he’s petting his golden  retriever. He wears inexperience on his face like I wear my mascara.

We make it to my door and I key it open. He’s not so bad.  Not tall, dark, and handsome. Certainly not Jesus. But maybe he’s mister right,  the one who’ll take me away from this.

I close the door behind us to find out.

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About mattdevir

I live with my wife – and inspiration – in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. I have written and produced television shows for The Discovery Channel, TLC, HGTV, and Baby First Television. In addition to reading my work here, you can also find it on Fictionaut.com, Istanbul Literary Review, and Pure Slush. I have many nicknames – Benny, Baber, and Beaver being the most popular. Every now and then someone calls me Faber. Feel free to use any of those. I understand my last name is a bit tough.
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