Everything about the girl showed her inner state, her blond hair was messy, wild, and the hand movements chaotic, rapidly like a typist across a keyboard her lips moved into the receiver. Her face flashed all the emotions she was experiencing, nothing was hidden, she was open for all to view.To most people they would have felt like they were invading either they would not have looked or felt embarrased seeing inside her temnple but not the Doctor he loved it, craved it. This invasion her Holies of Holies the part of a persont called essence, spirit, sacred holy ground. The girl engrossed in her own pain was oblivious to everything other than the phone call, she walked round as far as the cord allowed, an animal trapped in a cage. He aimed the Binoculars for a closer view, tears raced down her cheeks. He could sense her desperation from afar, her fear he smelt in his notstils pleasing him immensely. Lovwering the Binoculars deliberately down her body pausing over the full breasts his hands twitched as the picture of them soft silk took hold in his mind. Onwards down to her belly, gazing lovingly at the swollen round, mould protruding forth, lust gripped a vice, desire rippling inside he run his pink tongue across his lips, she was ripening nicely, soon to be plucked.
A good looking boy as a child now as an adult handsome, tall, six feet in height with a physique that other men would covet, broard shouldered, olive skinned, a flawless complexion, lean waisted, long muscled legs, not an ounce of fat on his body.
His eyes shocked as people found themselves expecting dark brown eyes to match the olive skin; the eyes however were pastel blue likens to the blue ín the sky on a hot Summer's day. The Summer day's that you hoped would go on and on, a person could get lost in them, those eyes deceived people giving the persona of a romantic, harmless individual.
A manicured mustache, crisp, lay across the top of the mouth an image of a sophisticated, educated man. His appearance particular even as a child, hair coal black shone, hair groomed not a hair was out of line, teeth white as snow, tie straight, shoes gleamed like the sun's rays, in his jacket pocket a white starched linen hanker-chief sat. He looked thirty years old yet he was in his prime in his forties.
Traffic today normally busy on the main street of the city however was bedlam it suited his purpose well.

Where he was now had taken many year's of study, he had given up a social life he had no regrets, sacrifice was required to attain his God given destiny. Many year's training as a Docotor building a reputation as a skilled Surgeon, dedicated to his patients, painstaking in his work earned him the nickname of 'Seamstress'due to his delicate, smooth, stitches, the way he sewed his patient's wounds together. He liked the name it was a compliment to his skill.

His upbringng he considered ideal, the methods of child rearing by his parents were faultless in the Doctor's eyes he would not be the kind of person without his fathers' discipline. His father was the Master of shame, using tactics of standing him naked in the shower under cold water as long as two hours at a time, the door locked from the outside, no towel, no clothes, no warmth, until he was ready to complete what was required of him to a state of distinction. Hard task Master's in their minds failure was an impossilbility, laziness sin, fun vanity. They didn't expect of himself and not do it themselves, absolutely rigid their disciplines, morals, one of their belief systems his parents lived out of was that excellence reflected a persons inner sanctuary that the body was a temple and people's actions showed on their bodies, thus if a person achieved excellence it showed that their sanctuary was in order, peaceful, and holy.

Today Psychologist's and Pyschologist's would be horrified of the treatment he had received, believing it would warp however it was what made him today, a respected, wealthy, talented, member of society.


Six months, he thought, not long to go now, she was everything he had been looking for, for weeks now he had been following her, every week this time, on this day Thursday the phone call would result in same old reactions, same results would occur, tears, a walking away from the booth, carrying deep sadness, loneliness, these emotions displayed on her face like a mirror, matching the body language. He had to be sure, he couldn't afford to make a mistake too costly, he was sure she was just right for what he wanted. His Master demanded nothing less than a hundred percent from him.


It wasn't hard to find women it was more that he didn't just want any women they had to meet his criteria. He hated women who were easy,who tainted the world with their off- spring. He had no interest in the slut's, whore's, they did not serve his higher purpose.
Gullible, needy, naive, females,'Looking for love in all the wrong places.'
He searched out fallen women in Gpd's eyes, women who could be redeemed, though stained the majority of their heart's were still white, he like his God sought purity, his mission was to save what remained in these women, those were the kind of women he wanted.

The girl would be there for awhile yet, so there was time to have a cigarette, reaching into his pocket, he bought out the tobacco pouch slow rolled it slowly, it was obvious he enjoyed the ritual lighting it the climax being, his eyes closed.

Today had been a wonderful day, four women at the clinic.
A smirk crossed his face,
"Clinic" he laughed inwardl to himself, it sounded so professional, reputable, three of those women he had taken to the Clinic today, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction, the day had been fruitful. The first client was so easy it was unbelieveable, he had told her that a wealthy benefactor for young women in her situation funded the Clinc she replied,
"Really! I have never heard of it, how long has it been going?"
It all had been so simple, unbeatably simple, it was amazingly credulous it frightened him. The other's had been similarly convinced it was stunning what logic, charm managed to accomplish.

They were all strong, healthy no complication in their pregnancies. The first baby was due in two weeks, all the preparations were completed for the arrival of the baby. In his imagination he could see the labour, a boy baby, born with hair white, soft as cotton wool, pale blue eyes, white flesh like snow, no physical defects, skin flawless. Nothng was going to hurt these babies they were going to be the Saviour's of the human race they would be the ones to begin the future with a blood line pure, he would be the instrument in wiping out mongrel's on the planet eventually, God would again have a people for himself. It would take generations to get purity into the blood line this made his work so vital of choosing the mother's of these children. He would rather be slow in choosing them than make a mistake, if he couln't find suitable mother's he would rear the babies himself. the training of these children was critical to the success of his mission he had to teach thse children Gods' laws; to abstain from sexual fornication, to keep themselves apart they were Gods' elected ones, a chosen Priesthood, the people of God.
He felt zeal a scorching flame in his insides, God had appointed him to be the deliver to stop the decay, to be an instrument to raise up a breed of men devoted to God, family. When the male babies grew into manhood he would have the privilege to choose their wives, virgins evenly yoked couples in spirituality, physically, socially, emotionally. These women would be trained in the art of homemaking, love making, child rearing, obedient to their husbands, working in the home would be their full time ministry. It repulsed him made him nauseous when he saw men and women committing adultery, fornicating, sex was a holy gift meant for marriage alone, it made them no more than animals giviing into their sexual appetites indiscriminately.

Stubbing the cigarette out with his foot he focused the binoculars again on the phone booth. The girl was in the final stages of the conversational drama, the crying,begging stage, it wasn't good for the precious baby she carried, however there was nothing he could do about this at this moment. Not long now, his breathing became heavier, stronger, the excitement and anticipation peaking, his body quivering at the girls' beauty, his eyes devoured her long,straight, hair down to her tiny waist. The way a womans hair was meant to be , her Ã?rowning Glory' like the Bible called it, he repeated the words,
Ã?rowning Glory' his fingers itched to stroke, feel,play with it in his mind he caressed the tresses of silken blond hair, looking at the lights the sun caught.
A good figured woman, slim, full breasts, a real woman not a girl, his throat had dried up he gasped for saliva to moisten it she always managed to do this to him.

To be continued....




Today had been a wonderful day,

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