A New Day For Joan

“Well, Joan,” you smirk. “You’ll be in for quite a surprise today.”

“So what’s new?” the brunette pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s always a surprise for me. You have me do the dumbest things without giving a reason. Why should it ever be different?”

You roll your eyes at the eighteen-year-old girl.

“Because I say so!” you snap forcefully, causing her to jump back in shock.

“Boy are you in a rotten mood,” Joan said crossly. “I’ve never known God to be angry before.”

“Have you ever read the Bible?” you ask.

“No,” she shrugged. “What about it?”

With a groan, you say, “Read it, especially the Old Testament. You’ll learn why no one trifles with awesome power of God.”

“Fine,” the brunette grumbled. “Do you want me to go find a copy now? Or do I have time to spend enjoying my life just a little?”

With a smirk, you pull a cucumber out of the refrigerator.

“What do you want me to do with that?” Joan asked, eyeballing the thick vegetable.

“Surprise me,” you command.

“Don’t tell me you want me to cook,” she said skeptically. “I’m not the greatest in the kitchen.”

“There’s cooking and there’s cooking,” you say. “In the kitchen and out. For now though, we’ll stay in here, where you can set to on the counter.”

“Huh?” the brunette gaped at you. You forgot how thick she could be sometimes. Grasping the young woman, you lift her up and set her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs and allowing her pleated skirt to rise up her thighs.

“What’s going on?” she gasped. Annoyed, you shove the cucumber in her open mouth.

“Figure it out,” you snarl. “You’re supposed to be a smart girl.”