DOCTRINE (a Novel)

                Doctrine smiled. “Well, as long as you don’t tell my mother, I won’t tell yours.”

                Ada smiled too.

                Doctrine stared at her for a moment. She was beautiful, with the moonlight highlighting her deep chocolate skin and cover’s just below her wait, revealing her curves. A little of her coarse black hair spread over her face. She was a seducing perfection. Almost tempting him to return to the bed. “Well,” he said abruptly, “I’m gone.” He turned and walked out the room when he heard-

                “I’ll call!”

                A very minute smile crept on an intrigued Doctrine’s face as he picked up his helmet on his way outside. He closed the door quietly as he left the house and walked to his bike, where he looked about before he pulled his handgun out of the helmet, tucked it behind his back in his pants, covered it with his jacket and slipped on his helmet. He then saddled onto his bike and took off into the night.

                Ada.

                The trip home is much shorter when there’s a woman on the mind. What should have been a thirty minute drive turned into a few streetlights and a block away from home. Doctrine took off his helmet as he sat on his parked bike, mind lost in Ada. He wondered if she would call on her own, or if he accidently got her pregnant, which would make her call, but not the call he wanted. Even worse, what if he got the other girl pregnant? Ada said she wouldn’t rat him out, and though something about her did seem trustworthy, there was still always the outside chance she wasn’t who she showed herself to be. But for the life of him, Doctrine could not rid her out of his mind. It was almost like being drunk on a high. He began up the stairs to his apartment as his mind began to remember her looks. She wasn’t a big girl, but she wasn’t skinny either. She looked like she weighed possibly somewhere around a hundred sixty pounds. Nice juicy athletic thighs and defined arms, her body curved perfectly around her hips and her face was soft. She had that exotic, island dark skin with long black hair that dropped just below her shoulders and perfect breast that perfectly fitted her perfectly proportioned body. Doctrine smiled, lips stretching from ear to ear. He smiled so hard it nearly hurt. Yes, Ada. Please call, baby, call. Doctrine unlocked his door and opened it.

                The man sitting in the chair looked up and met Doctrine’s eyes with his. Before he had a chance to blink, Doctrine’s gun was up and pointed. The man leaned back in the chair, both hands up suddenly in submission. “Hey! Whoa, whoa!”

                The only light in the apartment was the light Doctrine was letting in when he opened the front door, so he couldn’t really get a good look of who was in his living room. It didn’t matter. He only needed enough light to see where to aim. “Reach over and turn on the lamp,” Doctrine commanded, standing right outside the front door.

                The man reached over and tugged the lamp’s string, turning on the lamp. The light revealed a very familiar face.

                Doctrine’s gun came down to his side as his shoulders dropped, relieved. “Elijah Gray,” he exclaimed unenthused as he walked inside his apartment and closed the door. “You almost got shot.”

                “No, I didn’t,” Elijah said calmly. He stood up, followed Doctrine to his kitchen and sat at his dining room table, hands folded on top of the table just staring at Doctrine. “You don’t make it a habit to come home this late, do you?”