The Image of God: The Tales of Mr. Nortreus by Werley Nortreus - HTML preview

Mr. Nortreus, Mrs. Medjina

Danced Romantically

Well, Mr. Nortreus was in his office, organizing some documents and placing his notebook into his briefcase in preparation for heading to the park and then home.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“I'm coming!” He responded.

“Mr. Nortreus, are you alright?”

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Medjina asked as he opened the door.

“I'm fine, and you?” He replied.

“I'm fine, thanks!" She spoke.

“Can you come in?”

“I'm not too busy; I'm just making some arrangements to leave,” he told her.

She entered and stood in front of the desk. “Oh, I love this music!”

“What a beautiful song,” she remarked as a lovely Jazz instrumental played on the radio.

“Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the song that I liked too!” He responded, moving closer to her.

“What are you doing, Mr. Nortreus?”

“Why are you coming closer?” She asked as he approached.

“Do you know how to dance?” He inquired.

“No! Why?” She replied.

“Would you mind if we had a little dance?” he suggested.

“But do you know what you're doing?”

“Mr. Nortreus, I must warn you that I don't know how to dance,” she cautioned.

“Don't worry! I've got you!” He assured her and smiled.

He then extended his hand; she took it, and he drew her closer so they could dance.

Indeed, they began to sway in a romantic dance, maintaining eye contact for several minutes.

“I didn't know you could dance, Mr. Nortreus,” she said.

“I can't dance, but love can inspire you to do things you thought were impossible. Don't you know that?” He replied.

“You are right, sir!” She acknowledged.

It was indeed quite unusual how they danced romantically as if they were a couple, despite being colleagues.

“Wow! You're doing great!”

“Congratulations!” He praised her. “Really? Thank you, but I'm just trying like you, sir!” She responded.

“Alright!”

“Wow! Did you know I like how your body feels like?” He told her.

“Really?”

“What are you talking about?” She replied.

“Am I dreaming in Heaven?”

“It's like I'm in Heaven dreaming while honey flows through my veins,” he told her and smiled.

“Oh my God! Are you serious?” She replied and giggled.

“Indeed!” He spoke.

“Thank you! Thanks for everything!” She replied.

“You’re welcome beautiful!” He spoke.

Mr. Nortreus Invited Mrs.

Medjina to Church

A few minutes after Mr. Nortreus and Mrs. Medjina had completed their dance, he asked her if she would accompany him to a church the following morning.

“What are your plans for tomorrow morning?” He asked her.

“I’m available tomorrow morning, but why do you ask?” She responded, curious about his question.

“I thought I would extend an invitation for you to join me at church tomorrow morning,” he said.

“What do you think?”

“Can we go to church tomorrow morning?” He reiterated, inviting her once more.

“But what time should we meet?”

“Where?”

“What Church you attend, Mr. Nortreus?” She asked.

“Currently, I don't have a church that I attend, but we'll find one since everyone in town doesn't work on Sunday.”

“Please come to pick me up before 8 AM, okay?” He replied.

“Alright, sir! I accept your invitation!” She said with a smile.

“Fantastic! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning!” He replied, expressing his joy.

Shortly after their conversation concluded, they both exited the office and made their way downstairs together.