Forbidden Love in Christs Millennium

Book Preview by Patricia Backora

The Golden Girl is back! Hi, Im Lydia, and all I want to know is, Why wont they leave us alone? All Bruce and I want is to be happy. Fifty years ago I married Saul Savage, owner and president of Savatron Enterprises, worldwide manufacturer of electronic intelligence components. I live in the 24 th century. I was only 49 when Saul and I got married, and he was 77. We were just kids. Since then Ive blossomed into greater self-realization as a person while Saul has stagnated. Well, Ive found me a better man and Ive decided to go for it. Sauls so obsessed with religion hes turned into a morbid monk. But my sweet Bruce makes me feel ALIVE. I have to pay for all the treats when were together, but why sweat the small stuff? Sure Bruce lives on the poor side of town, but just this once I can overlook that. Saul gave me diamonds, but he cant beat Bruces bedroom artistry. I know Ive gotten in big trouble with the law for flirting with Bruce Hansen before but NOBODY tells Lydia Savage who shes allowed to love.

Sure this is a peaceful, picturesque world full of friendly animals and fruit trees. Nobody ever gets sick except rebellious sinners. My lifes full of fun, parties, designer clothes, and fine cuisine. Speaking of food, I dont even have to suffer on a diet to stay gorgeous. Life is a lark. But I dont like being told what to do, not even by King Jesus. Really, I HATE it when people try to cram religion down my pretty little throat. Even if I WOULD age faster and have to cut my calories, I wish Bruce and I could go back to the 21st century so we could walk down the street without some angel arresting us for adultery. This Paradise Earth, as they call it, is absolute HELL for someone like me. My crazy husband says God is punishing him for soliciting worship from party guests after he got EVERYBODY drunk as a skunk. Saul kisses up to those rulers to stay on their good side, but I know Saul really resents it. Thats another reason I love Bruce more than Saul. Bruce is a free spirit who says what he thinks and doesnt conform to the strait jacket rules imposed on this planet. I know Ive got four kids, but hey, so what? My butler and nanny can baby sit them just fine. My first obligation is to me, myself and I. But life is so precarious for people like me in this repressed society, I dont even know how much longer Bruce and I will be around to celebrate our love. Will our story have a happy ending, or will all our hopes and dreams go up in smoke? Bruce is the sweetest lover any rebel against Christ could ever want. Only problem? Bruces tastes in domestic help could be a bit more discriminating. That senile old fossil Firefly who does all the dirty work just wont do. Read more about her here, in the first section of Chapter Six. ******

6 Confrontations
Clifton Murray and his wife lived in the apartment next to Bruce. Normally Clifton would be at the office this time of day. But he chose to work at home today from his Nerve-plex terminal, where he might do some intensive online research for a special project, away from all the noisy interruptions of his co-workers. Not that it helped much to be away from his garrulous colleagues. His wife Brioche could out-yak all of them put together. As Clifton stared at something on the screen he was jarred out of Cyberspace by Brioches shrill voice: Clifton, honey! I forgot to tell you! That weird artist next door is hiding a blond in his apartment! I saw her go in last night before you came home, and she hasnt come back out yet! Maybe shes scared of you, Brioche, and thats why shes hiding. Now tell me before you burst from all that hot air, exactly what did you see? Well, last night I got to the living room window just in time to see a flash of long blond hair and a bit of a long black dress rushing past the other side of Bruces house toward his gate. I didnt see anybodys face. But you know what they say, an unconverted bachelors virtue is as solid as fried ice. Bruce barely speaks to us, just keeps to himself mostly. What does that man have to hide? Clifton shrugged. Why dont you go ask him for yourself, and just let me work in peace?

Brioche brightened. Oh, I know! Just so I dont appear too intrusive, Ill take Bruce a tabernacle brochure and invite him to the childrens choir concert. Clifton guffawed. The day Bruce Hansen steps inside a house of worship, Ill give you a hundred shekels to go on a shopping spree. Youve got yourself a bet! Brioche cried. She found the brochures and made a side trip to her bedroom to spruce herself up. While Cliftons nose was still buried in his monitor she sneaked out the door. Bruce heard his spy cam go off. Hurriedly he went to check. Oh, boy, he said to Lydia, that nosy next-door neighbor is outside. Maybe I should just ignore her. That might be a bad idea, Bruce, Lydia said. Just act like everythings normal. Go see what she wants. Okay, Ill go, Lydia. Just watch me handle her. You can look through the spy cam if you like. I set it to zero in on the door stoop. Bruce, clad in his psychedelic serape and paint pants, went to the door and opened it with a deadpan face. Brioche smiled her cheesiest. Hi, Bruce, I was going around to invite all our good neighbors to our Tabernacle Childrens Choir concert. Think youd like to come? He fumbled with the pamphlet, as if he wanted to wad it up in front of her. Ah...Brandy, Im afraid I cant make it My names Brioche, Bruce. I know its hard to remember. But you are welcome, she gushed. It will be a wonderful concert too. Theres a little blond girl, Rachel Hopkins, whos a fabulous soloist. See? Brioche pointed. Thats her in the black top. Bruces brain whirled. She must know. Or did she? He and Lydia had been so careful, and his vigilant eye usually missed nothing. He had an idea. Brioche, I might not be able to come, but maybe you could ask my Aunt Lydia. She flew in last evening, and shell be staying with me a few days. Hey, wait, Ill go get her, shes a little hard of hearing. Cant I just come in, Bruce? I wouldnt stay long. Brioche blushed. That wouldnt be a good idea, Brioche. The cat got so excited when Aunt Lydia came, he made an awful mess on the floor and I havent had a chance to clean it up yet. I wouldnt want you to trip in it. Bruce slipped inside, carefully closing the door most of the way. He found Firefly in the kitchen and whispered instructions to her. Nonchalantly they walked to the front door. When Brioche saw the ancient, wizened woman grinning at her, she gasped in shock. Bruce really did come from an odd family. Aunt Lydias bangled feet were bare and dirty. She smelled like shed been sleeping in a barn. Her dress was a riot of loud paisley colors. Wisps of unkempt gray hair strayed from beneath a dotted bandana. Significantly, the womans shawl, which nearly swallowed her up, was as black as the color Brioche had caught a fleeting glimpse of the night before. Also, long gold tassels hung from the shawl. That was enough to make Brioche wonder if shed been wrong to think Bruce was hiding a blond. Brioches curiosity was satisfied, but now she felt like a fool for coming over. Aunt Lydia said her leg was stiff and she had to go back in and lie down. Brioche heard the cat yowling from the kitchen. A chill ran up her spine and she didnt know why. But the unkempt nonconformist in the weird rainbow clothes still made her heart flutter. Reluctant to leave she asked, Ahdid you like the lemon cake little Haywood brought over a few days ago? Bruce grinned and hung his head self-consciously. Yeah, I sure did, Brioche. Hey, whats the matter with me? I never did thank you guys.

The 104-year-old brunette took a deep breath. Bruce, I heard you create some of the worlds most exciting paintings. Have you ever thought of holding an exhibition? Rubbing his chin, Bruce grinned and said, Tell you what, Brioche. Next week, maybe Ill hold my own open house exhibition and invite the neighbors to see my finest masterpieces. If you provide a few refreshments, Ill let you pick your favorite to keep for your very own, since youre one of my nicest fans. Bruce looked the woman over. Brioche was wearing a sheer muslin top over a tight skirt. She grinned ear to ear. Promise? Anything for you, Brioche. You know I think the world of you. Hows Clifton doing? Oh, same as usual. Just busy with the same-old, same-old work, never stops. He just built an earthworm incubator for Haywoods science project. Bruce looked deep into Brioches eyes and asked, in a breathy voice: So how is the breeding going in that incubator, Brioche? She giggled and said it was going just fine. The worms were multiplying like mad. Brioche, Bruce whispered, Ive got a little secret to share with you. What, Bruce? she tittered. I paint people au naturel, thats why I only invite the most open-minded people to my exhibitions. Bruce wondered if that might make the woman leave. Oh, Im very open-minded. Sure I can come next week? she asked eagerly. Bruce leaned on the door jamb, his arm stretched out, his rainbow serape hanging loose over his well-toned torso. Yeah, I havent exactly decided on which day, but it would be about 2 in the afternoon. Still interested? Brioches heart raced. What a delightful scent Bruce was wearing. This mysterious man intrigued her. Clifton would be away on a business trip most of next week, and he was seldom home at 2 on a weekday anyway. You bet I am, she said, not realizing she was such an art fan. Ah, Bruce, Brioche added, as if she hated to go home. Would you like me to invite your aunt over for a cup of tea and a chat? When her leg quits ailing her, Ill send her right over. But the womans so old she doesnt get out much, Bruce sniffed. You can just say a prayer for her, he added with a creamy smile. Uh, Brioche What, Bruce? It might be best if you waited till early next week to see me again, to check on the time of my show. I didnt want Clifton to get the wrong notion about us. Men are funny that way. But tell you what, Bruce whispered, you be among the first to arrive at my private exhibition, and Ill give you preferential treatment. Brioches mouth dropped. Oh, Bruce, wed never want Clifton to get the wrong impression, would we? Well, I guess Id better go. Bye, Bruce! She raced back to her apartment, skipping like a lamb. Eyes twinkling, Bruce returned to the bedroom. Lydia sat on the bed, pretending to pout. You spent an awful long time talking to that woman, Bruce. What about? The sound on the spy cam kicked out and I didnt know how to fix it. Well, you didnt miss much, Lydia. She invited me to her tabernacle, of all places! Bruce made a face. I hope she doesnt dress that way to go to religious meetings. That woman looks like a sack of doorknobs, wearing clothes three sizes too small for her. She must be desperate, showing off all her bumps and bulges like that. Shes married and has a bunch of kids, but she tried to hit on me. Well, you big macho man, at least youre being honest with me. But did you encourage her? Not that Im jealous. Jealous of what? Are you kidding? You never need to be jealous of any other woman, Lydia. My word, I never saw such an ugly frump in all my born days. She

looks like shes open for business, wearing that see-through blouse. If she werent married to such a monotonous mushroom as Clifton the worm farmer, shed be able to control her hormones better. For shame, Bruce Hansen! The way you run after married women! Lydia giggled. He tickled her. Theres only one married woman that sends me a-runninand arollin! He grabbed her and rolled her over on the bed, throwing her into wild hysterics. ****** Clifton peered up from his video screen. Youre finally back, he said in a monotone. Oh, Clifton, Brioche sighed, Im so excited. His jaw dropped. About what? AboutRobin! What a beautiful thing it is to fall in love and get married! I hope she knows whats in store for her, Clifton said absently. Well, dont get so excited, Clifton! Whatever would it take to make you happy? You going in the kitchen and making me some lunch, thats what! Brioche stalked away, fuming. Men! ****** Bruce remembered to give credit where credit was due. Once he emerged from the bedroom he found Firefly tidying up the living room. You did a wonderful job throwing that snoopy woman off the track, Firefly, he said. You can expect a reward for that. That made Fireflys day. She couldnt do enough to please her hero. Yes, Bruce would reward her devotion in due time. Bruce went to rejoin Lydia while Firefly found other chores to do. He found his lover sitting up in bed, painting her nails. Cant I go outside, Bruce, and see your wild flower patch again? she asked. The fresh air would do me good. More than being with me? Bruce made a pouty face and snuggled closer. Her lips brushed against his cheek. You know youre the most important person in my life and always will be, Bruce. I just enjoy strolling out in the fresh air, though every second in this bed has been precious. Chill, baby. Well be out of here in three short days. You know a nosy neighbor just checked on us five minutes ago, and Firefly saved the day. We cant run the risk of you being spotted outside again. Not yet. And when we do leave, Brucie-boy has got the perfect disguise all ready for you. He fumbled through his closet till he saw the outfit in the very back. Ah, here we go now, a creation by Brucie Marcus, world famous fashion designer. Lydia laughed as he laid it out on the bed. The real Richard Marcus couldnt cook this one up. A stripey robe with a head dress and sash? And whats this? She fingered a shaggy black wig. Your other temporary identity, in case we get questioned by the local yokels before takeoff. Youll be my Aunt Hadassah from Damascus. You simply pin your real hair close to your scalp and hide it under the wig, and for good measure, top it off with the Middle Eastern veil. To complete the picture Ill darken your fair skin head to toe with special stage makeup. So its a good thing youve already got brown eyes, eh? Youve thought of everything, Bruce, Lydia said, as he hung the outfit up on the wall.

Bruce heard the security buzzer warn of another approaching visitor. He checked his spy cam and said, Time for Fireflys next assignment. Bruce found her on the sofa, idly thumbing through one of his sketchbooks. She rose and bowed. Lord Liberator, is it the Busy Boy? Yes, Firefly. Now remember what I told you. Heres the card. They went to the door and greeted the grinning youth, who held a thermal bag full of Thai cuisine. He noticed Mr. Hansen looked unusually friendly and was actually smiling. Bruce glanced at Firefly. I want you to meet my great aunt Lydia Savage, who came all the way from the East Coast. She and her husband have just moved to Joystar and will be staying with me for a few days until they get settled. Aunt Lydia insists on treating us while shes here. Mind if I use my debit card? Firefly asked. Sure, no problem, said the youth. I have a scanner on my utility belt which handles such transactions. So you say youre from the East Coast, eh? queried the Busy Boy. Which town? Sonrise City. Quite a sprawling area now, the youth said. My uncle comes from there. The Tabernacle fellowship in Sonrise City cant be beat, and theres always lots of inspiring praise concerts and childrens programs, he says. A wonderful place to raise a family. Not that this place isnt great for family-raising as well. As Bruce rolled up his eyes, the Busy Boy checked his scanner. Yep, everything seems to be in order. By the way, maam, say hi to your husband for me. Im sure hed love to meet you, Firefly said warmly. But hes gone out for awhile. Hes shopping for furnishings for the house were moving into. His name is Gordon, she hastened to add. Whats yours? Delbert. Well, its great meeting you, maam. Both of you have a happy day, and enjoy your meal. You too, Bruce muttered absently. As he left, Delbert thought, Something smells fishy around here. But the Lord knows all things, and it isnt my place to be too inquisitive. A great acting job, Firefly, Bruce said, quickly relieving her of the card and pocketing it. But why did you mention a third person around here, Lord Liberator? Because I cant afford one single slip-up, thats why. That kid might wonder why Im ordering food for three when he thinks theres only two people in the house. Man, its a good thing his scanner didnt access the real bank ID photo of Lydia Savage. I really sweated that one out, but from now on I can just go to the door and use the card. Youll be stationed in the kitchen most of the time. He wont have to deal with you anymore, so just lay low for the next couple of days like Lady Lydias doing. Fine, Lord Liberator. I just heard the buzzer. The clothes are ready to come out. Surprised, Bruce asked, You already washed for us? Which ones did you do? Lady Lydias lingerie, and your painting duds. Bruce gasped, struggling to keep his voice down so Lydia wouldnt overhear. You what? I just washed and dried your painting duds and Lady Lydias stuff. Oh, *&!!%%$$! Whats the big deal? I thought it was more efficient to do it all in one load. Bruce groaned. My paint clothes stink to high heaven. Now her lacy lingerie smells like turpentine! Shell scream, and all the neighbors will report this place.

Firefly blinked, staring stupidly at Bruce. I wonder if taking the Seal of Draco cost Firefly some IQ points, he thought. Or maybe shes getting senile. How did an idiot like her ever live off the land during the Tribulation, or survive the Tribulation plagues? She survived, only to turn herself into a plague. Ill just sit here a few minutes and figure out how to tell Lydia, Bruce grumbled, slumping on the couch with his chin in his hands. Go make yourself useful somewhere else. Clean the bathroom till it sparkles, and thats an order! Tears in her eyes, Firefly trudged off. Bruce fumed. He presided over several faraway rebel colonies and would be leaving soon to report a sad lack of converts from this area. So far hed won only his beautiful Lydia, who hadnt taken the Oath or the Seal yet, and one dim-witted old woman who might fool the Busy Boy but couldnt even do a decent load of laundry. Were it not for his faithful Magogite followers on the other side of the globe, Bruce would be a king without a kingdom. Firefly paused in the kitchen to make herself some hot chocolate. First she flung open the door of the laundromatic, which washed, dried and de-wrinkled clothes automatically. But Bruces machine wasnt modern enough to perform miracles. Firefly flung Bruces work clothes on the floor, since they were still caked with hardened paint anyway. She retrieved Lydias dainty rose-patterned black negligee and set it on the counter next to the stove. Then she poured milk into cocoa mix and started the burner under the saucepan. She could easily have used the Sonic Shortwave Oven sitting on the countertop, but she forgot. Firefly, Bruce called, I hear you in that kitchen! In the bathroom! Now! Like a programmed robot Firefly dropped what she was doing and marched to the bathroom. Fester, Bruces big, clumsy cat, leaped onto the counter and knocked the negligee over onto the forgotten burner, where the hot chocolate was already boiling furiously because Firefly had set the heat too high. Bruce had to cook on what he called a stupid stove because before Lydia came, hed been too cash-strapped to replace its worn-out e-brain. His Robotron Range AUTOCOOK control couldnt work without the e-brain which would have alerted the household Nerve-plex system, which in turn, would have automatically shut the stove off and signaled emergency vents to suck the smoke out of the house. Worried by the acrid smoke smell, Lydia rushed to the kitchen before Bruce did. She saw the open laundromatic door, then looked at the counter, where her cooked nightie was still smoking. She guessed what happened. Oh, Bruce! she cried, pointing at the blackened silk. My most beautiful negligee, created specially for me by Dee Dees Boutique! The one which was always laundered only in our Drionizer! How could you let this happen? Bruce hung his head. Im sorry, dear. We dont have a Drionizer. We still have to wash with water. But I dont know why that birdbrain put your nightie in a hot wash with my paint rags instead of washing it separately in a delicate wash. I dont know why Firefly even washed it at all without asking you first. I didnt know anyone could be stupid enough to leave it near a burning stove after getting turpentine all over it from my paint rags. If only I could fix it for you. How can you ever forgive me? Lydia cried in Bruces arms and made such a wild commotion that Firefly wished she could just fly away. She tried to slip out the bathroom and tiptoe past the couple. But Bruce stopped soothing Lydia and said, You stupid old bat! No meals for you today! Youre confined to your quarters till further notice! If Bruce thought Firefly was a doormat, hed stepped on her once too often. She stood up straight, hands on hips and said, Its bad enough I have to call you guys Lord Liberator and Lady Lydia after that gross initiation I went through, and after we were all such good friends at the Art Association! I was doing this acting job as a favor for you, Bruce, cause you cant even sell your lousy paintings, and needed to

use Lydias debit card to pay YOUR Busy Boy bills. No wonder you invented Draco the dummy god, to make you look like a big man. If Dracos such a big deal, why are you so poor you have to suck off that rich bitch? You dont love her and she knows it! All youre after is her money, you parasite! Well, I wont take your; $&!%$ anymore, lord of the losers! Im leaving! What a slap in the face for the proud cult leader! Bruce growled menacingly, Youre going nowhere, you filthy old hag. He gripped Firefly around the throat. She could feel his steaming hot breath on her neck. His eyes bulged with hatred. Nobody, I mean nobody calls Lord Liberator a loser! Horrified, Lydia cried, Bruce! Stop! For Petes sake, dont murder her over that stupid negligee! I can order another one! And Firefly, listen to me! The only reason Bruces work hasnt sold is the people around here are puritanical pinheads who are way too stupid to appreciate Bruces genius! Its like throwing pearls to pigs! Dont you realize, Firefly, what a sacrifice it was for Bruce to come back to a world where hes misunderstood and persecuted by religious bigots? Fireflys thin lips curled in scorn. And why would he make such a sacrifice, Lady Lydia? Same reason as my old man left my poor mom before the Trib. The bum needed money and he was way too lazy to work. But he did pump iron every day, and he looked like a billion bucks. So dear old Dad thumbed his way to Vegas and sold his sexy bod to the highest bidder at some swingin strip joint full of rich mens wives who stuck the green stuff in his tiger thong as he did his disgusting little dance. And after that, he took his richest admirer out for an encore. Know what? She found him so satisfying she paid my dad to keep her happy and quit the strip club. Dahlia was the bitchs name. My mom never saw the deadbeat again. She had to go on welfare, and when I got old enough I flipped burgers till I saw em in my sleep. Bruce seized Firefly again, murder in his eyes. He formed a fist. Bruce! NO! Lydia yelled, hoping no neighbors could hear. Gently, she touched him on the right arm and pleaded, No hitting, Bruce! Chill! Didnt you tell me she threw the next door neighbor off the track when you were afraid they knew you were hiding a blond in your bedroom? Dont you owe Firefly a little mercy for that? Bruce unfurled his fist but still had her by the neck so she could barely breathe. His eyes bulged with hatred. Firefly, Lydia added, I know what youre accusing me and Bruce of, and its mean of you to say such things. Im sorry you had to suffer so much so many years ago. But Bruce doesnt need my money to be happy. Im willing to share what Ive got so he can set others free! If anybodys benefiting from our relationship its me! I dumped a rich husband who gave me diamonds and fancy parties, and worshipped the ground I walked on. And Id do it all over again! You know why? Because Bruce is the love of my life! Then whydyou marry Saul? Firefly squeaked, still struggling for breath. Because back then I wasnt mature enough to tell magnificent men from mediocre men, thats why! Ive grown inside since meeting Bruce. Now I can separate the gold from the gravel. My Bruce is worth a thousand Saul Savages! Id even die for Bruces love! Nobody ever loved and understood me the way he does! Bruce released his grip on Fireflys neck. He owed Lydia big time for that. Like a rag doll Firefly flopped onto the couch, gasping and crying. Panting and still furious, Bruce choked up on the weird cocktail of emotions raging through him: fury and resentment toward Firefly, and gratitude and deepened love toward his queen. You see, Firefly? he sneered. Lady Lydia just showed us what real love is all about. Shes the reason I came back here two years ago, not you. My primary mission objective was to find a beautiful bride from among my own native people. Did I succeed? A thousand times, yes! Any extra recruits I could

have found were just icing on the cake. One rare diamond is worth ten trillion ordinary pebbles. Lydias beautiful inside, not just outside. Did you hear what she just said about her love for me? Real love doesnt count the cost. Love is loyal to the end. You arent even worth the dirt beneath her feet. And youd love me the same even if I was poor as Micah Campbell, wouldnt you, darling? Lydia asked, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the pious, nononsense farmer highly respected by Saul. Bruces Adams apple bobbed with emotion. He sniffed and blinked his glassy, vacuous eyes. Ill do everything I can to prove I deserve the trust youve put in me, Lydia. You never need to ask me such questions. Firefly felt like crawling into a hole. What would happen to her now? ****** If youd like more details on our risky romance, why not read the book: Forbidden Love in Christs Millennium. You can order it by logging onto one of these links:

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Now if youre really into all that Bible brainwashing, you can read more about all the immortal rulers and mortal religious nuts Saul and I have had the misfortune to encounter. Those straitlaced rulers get on Sauls case about his wild drinking sprees and the uninhibited behavior they cause. This tale fills two whole books: In Tough Love in Christs Millennium, Book One, our Son Nabal raises hell and lands his unfortunate father in an unholy mess. Meanwhile, I seek solace elsewhere

and create difficulties of my own. But hey, thats part of the price of being beautiful and desirable! When will THOSE RULERS ever learn? Im a free spirit and cant be easily subdued.

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In Tough Love in Christs Millennium Book Two, some of our unfortunate family members undergo intense Bible indoctrination, allegedly to keep them out of hell. While theyre putting on the sackcloth and ashes Im partying with Bruce and our petrified nanny is running scared. Bruce and I have learned that love must be taken when and where you find it. But can our romance weather the storms of life?

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Lydia signing off.