Fierro carried Bernice to his castle-like house. Her lean bodyweight floats in thin air. He held her up with his forearms and felt as light as lifting a child.
Bernice is almost as tall as Fierro, but she’s slender. Her hourglass figure would be envied by many as the launching of his new product endorser commenced.
Bernice was asleep, sounding like a baby in his arms. Fierro could see her shallow breathing, and it’s breaking him into pieces. The foreign feeling he is suffering right now is new to him. Vast energy of the unknown force drawing him into her. Fierro wanted to fight it, but he couldn’t. It is uncontrollable. The more he rejects what he feels, the heavier the burden to him.
While walking inside his house, Fierro imagined his five children while he and Verna watch them. He cou
