Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 12

By Steve Howard

“My name shall be Esau.”

So our killer, not wanting to kill Lilly, has an awakening in the cold river. In the morning he hikes back to his car with intention to go visit the Mormons. Not to join. Not his style. Prefers his instinct. He wants to hear the choir. And Jill is on the highway.

Day 181 we learn a little about what Lilly does on a normal day. With a strap on. But now she has a new job. She has signed her name to make the investment company hers. To run as she sees fit. And she has some ideas. Bright ideas.

Next day we travel with Esau and visit with Lilly. She got some thinking and wondering to do now that she is in control of big money.

Day 183 Esau and the Reaper have finally made contact and Esau is on the plane to Miami.

Day 184 Tim explains to Esau, called Jim, about George who is at this time called Bruce. Names are not so relevant. What matters is the story. And they all have a look at the three stars at night. Like our ancestors. A few details would need to change if the Lilly Story was to be a novel. But not likely. Maybe we write one with those characters. Also not likely. Anyhow. Lilly walks into the office of Esau, Tim Reaper Security or something. Names are always changing. Not Esau, Lilly. Tim. We keep them. Anyhow. Lilly wants to hire Esau as a bounty hunter.

186 has Detective Jim visiting Charlotte, what at this point is the secretary at Lilly Waterhouse. Not the third wife that might have the same name. We would change that if it was edited into a book. But it won’t be. I like it how it is. An in development raw version. We have changed Jill to Anna Lucia in this entry. She got a little darker in the process. Likely Catholic family. No worries. It does not play a roll but for how hot she looks in a white bathing suit. Make a grown man cry. In case we didn’t mention it. The starting place is the villa in Spain. And Anna Lucia has been put on the team with Detective Jim aka Esau. He gave a slight objection. But only for protocol.

Day 188 and Anna Lucia and Jimmie, Esau, as he will be called, they, the two of them were in Spain. In the villa. Dusty enough to indicate that the fugitives had not been there. But that was expected. Jimmie wanted to find a hint. And he is a smart fellow. And Anna Lucia has told him she can imagine that if they are a long time chasing Bruce who is really George, but we get to that. She figures they will sleep together. Don’t you think.

189. Anna Lucia wakes up with the need to tease Esau. And Detective Jim has found a chip from a casino. So Joseph will find out where it is from. And tomorrow they will go. And if we have avoided sex till now, it is all over with that plan. I suppose Lilly and Anna Lucia have had sex and Jack is always with a hired sex companion.

190 we touch on an important topic. The idea that religion has a purpose other than making the uneducated obey the law. And that is to protect the language. And if a society has much technology, but find a way to protect that too. That was the story with all the patents printed and stored in a doorless library. And Anna Lucia puts her vagina, or let us say, vulva this one time. Clit. Into Jimmie’s face. Eat this and know me. A bonding thing.

191 has Anna Lucia and Detective Jimmie visiting each town along the southern coast of Spain. They are working. And as well, enjoying one another’s company. And we have a prophecy about tails. Or is it a parable. Or both. Point is, they will be soon in fashion.

Next day is just a bit of wondering about if one thing or maybe some other thing.

Day 193 is a free form rant. A bit of a summing up for book 12 and some serious philosophy somewhat hidden in a storm of near absurdities. Recommended reading before a sermon. Be much to talk about.

Next day goes down with no writing. A day of reading. And day 195 is the closing entry to the book. We are reminded what we are and what we have to do to be proper god l

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005113018

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

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Love Letter for Luna

Book 12

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Detective Jill laid naked on her bed and attempted to pull Lilly down on top of her. Just to hold her down. Just to have her in the same room. Just hadn’t managed to open up her soul, or whatever it was that was responsible for absolute surrender.

Jill put her hands over her head and remembered looking up to see her wrists hanging in a noose, with a towel. Jill wouldn’t ask her to roll play with her. The open source of Lilly.

She put her hands over her breasts and concentrated on her breathing.

He had no trouble following the cop’s trail. He stopped often to see if there was a second pair of fresh prints. He took photos of other prints and viewed them on his phone at a fair magnification to judge the age of the print. There were many factors in the math. On a shaded trail, a footprint might look fresh for a long time. Eventually, gravity will pull down the sharpest edges either from the weight of moisture, or the losing of moisture and thus the, He laughed. He wasn’t in the jungle tracking the enemy.

He did need to be careful not to get confused near the end of his hike. The trail was unclear for a bit and the destination required walking along a narrow rock trail along a small river. If he didn’t know that all other directions went the wrong way, he wouldn’t have thought to find Lilly’s little hideaway. He felt a terrible sadness being the hand of the Reaper. Come to rob an innocent child of her time. Just getting started in life and there seemed to be nobody at the hut. It was closed tight from the outside.

He was relieved.

It was too late to take the trail back. He was there for the night. Maybe Lilly was coming back. Better to investigate the hut while there was still light. Wooden table and chairs. Two. Old and form was following function at a fair distance. And the old wood stove. He felt the stove. Cold. There was a wood shelf with two chipped mugs and some knives and forks. Three mismatched old plates.

What am I looking for.

The bed. It wasn’t obvious, but he knew. He smelled it to be sure. He pushed down on the old skins to see if there was any spring to the blunt looking construction.

He went back out on the porch and sat down with an orange. There was nothing else to think about. There was looking at the sky.

Luna, there is no rational reason for not knowing where to take the story when a random new book gets open. This book has a few virgin pages at the end, which is our beginning. Matthew. We haven’t got around to talking about the Bible. If you have any questions, ask.

Thousands of years later, the honest, older hard working brother is forgotten to history. His name was Esau. His little brother was opposed to honest work. He preferred to lie to his dying father so that he could steal Esau’s birthright. And one day when Esau came home hungry, Jacob, the cunt, made Esau give him everything he had for a bowl of lintels. And that has become the holy book. The history of the children of Israel, what he preferred to be called.

The problem with lying, cheating and robbing to find wealth is that it is a fucked up system for the poor fuckers that work and make things for cunts to rob. Da fuck is wrong with you fucks.

He decided, once again, Lilly was not the one to kill. The Marine Core did not train him to kick the flower that grew in the shit pile.

He took off his clothes and walked to the river to bathe in the moonlight.

He lay right down in it. Just deep enough to cover his body. The cold water gnawed at his body heat, his blood was pumping hard. An untrained pedestrian would have the sense to be running for the fire in the little stove. It was there waiting. He opened his eyes and focused on relaxing his body. He would soon need to breath again. The moon wobbled above the surface.

When his head was just about to burst from the pain of the cold and lack of oxygen, he burst out of the water and took a deep breath. He flexed with purpose to reduce the shiver.

As his heart slowed a little, he came to his senses and felt like a god must feel.

My name shall be Esau.

Esau’s balls were in need of warmth. He pulled on them so they didn’t fall into his inside. He walked back up to Lilly’s hut and stood near the stove. He pounded his legs and stomach and bounced a little on his toes. Without deciding, he started shadow boxing. The shadow was faint and he wasn’t watching it. He was watching a spot in front of him and the sky full