Naresh walked slowly toward his store, pondering what to do. If he came clean to his wife, would she leave him for it, and take the kids?
He wouldn’t really be too much at fault though, if you think about it. She hadn’t let him be intimate with her for years. How can a man be blamed?
A memory flashed in his mind, her saying one day, in between the garage and the house, “You never romance me, Nuresh! Why would I want to?!”
But then you get this cute, eager teenager apply for a job. She has terrible parents, she’s lonely, asking if she can stay late to help you clean up several nights in a row so she doesn’t have to go back home to her alcoholic dad. And she even goes to get dinner to bring back for you two. And she’s wearing a tank top as she takes off her work shirt. He dug in his pocket to pull out his store key. “Hmm…”
Where was it? His heart skipped a beat. Oh yeah he had given it to her when she went to get dinner for them last night. It's okay; he knew where another was hidden. He could get the key back from her today… unless she wanted to keep it… She could come late other days.
Had they really crossed a boundary, though? It had started when, early in her shift, in her cute self-assured way she said she didn't believe trust was real. He didn't want such a young heart to be already calloused to trust, so finally by the end of the day he told her he had figured out how he'd show her she can believe in trust. She put her hand on her hip and smiled, "Okay, prove it."
"What better way to back it up than with money. Watch; I trust you. The code to the store's safe is 12,25,84."
"She smirked and asked, your birthday?"
"My wedding day. But, I mean, what bigger way could someone show trust, you know?"
She seemed unimpressed. But then he asked, if for some overtime, she'd like to get them dinner, and stay later again to help him with a new display. As they shared the sushi rolls, alone in the tiny back room the conversation of trust grew to vulnerability, grew to sexual experiences they had had. Which led to actually talking about sex they wished they had.
And then as they were looking at the new product display he had put his hand on her back kindly. She had looked up at him, with her cute pierced nose, dyed black hair, and leaned closer to him with that tiny frame. His hand had slipped to her lower back. Then she put her arm on his back and wiggled her hand into his back pocket. And he thought she squeezed a little.
But if he did have to come clean at some point, he didn’t really want to stop yet. Since if he had already crossed a boundary, and liked it, might as well see how much excitement he could get out of it without actually technically doing something worse. If his wife was gonna divorce him, she was gonna divorce him.
I mean, how could someone blame him, he thought. He had lost all his guy friends when their church small group had kind of fallen apart a year ago. And his main accountability brother had gotten divorced and moved up to Maryland recently. He knew from church that a man is weak without his support system.
“Find some more guy friends!” His wife had told him a lot lately. “You’re getting too stressed at your store!”
Yeah, he was stressed. Another reason he was feeling weak. He had a lot on his plate. Who could really blame him?
He kicked a rock and it bounced between the spokes of a bicycle tied to a parking sign. 'She was 18, right,' he asked himself again. Had he actually seen her ID when he hired her? She had said she graduated high school last year, didn’t she? Or, wait did she say she dropped out?
He saw a shop, on the same street as his, had a window broken in. He thought how he needed to renew his insurance in case something like this happened to his store. But in order to do that, he needed to show proof he had paid rent recently. And he knew his store's land lord often forgot to ask for rent for months at a time. It had been since October. So he bargained that money was like cash in the bank for now.
As he got to the block his store was on, he saw the blinds pulled down in his store’s windows. They had pulled them down as they “worked” last night. Suddenly he stopped. The door to his store was open. The key was left in the handle. The fake little tree by the door had been knocked over and half-way fallen out of the pot. She’s tricked me! He thought. His eyes were wide. He had told her the code. She must have come in with those sketchy emo friends and stolen everything!!!
His heart was beating hard. He'd neglected to empty the cash box for probably a month too. She could have stolen… probably 30 thousand. And they’d ask me how, and I’d have to say I gave her a key, and they’d ask why was I at the store with her late. The landlord kept video footage. What if she IS a minor?! Was he a sexual predator? The insurance, the landlord. His family. It would all come down. He was completely done for.
He fell to his knees right outside the door in the dawn light and prayed. “God, I am so stupid. I’m so sorry. How did I let it get this far? I know I should have found a new accountability partner and shouldn’t have stolen looks and then flirted with her. I should have paid the landlord. I should have paid the insurance. I didn’t think any of that was wrong, but now I know that’s what got me here.
“Hey cutie. You okay? Did you fall?”
He looked up. She stood in the doorway with two cups of coffee in her hand.
“Sorry, I left the key in the door. I was carrying breakfast in for us.” She gestured back into the store.
Nuresh looked up at her. He looked up at the brightening sky above her.
“C’mon. We probably have 45 minutes until anyone shows up.” Her smile looked a little sexual.
He took a deep breath as his head dropped. He felt the sidewalk on his palms. He nodded.
He got up to his feet quickly and pushed the door open wide. He got out of the way and said firmly, “Jenny, I need you to leave. This is wrong and I’m sorry I was weak and fell into this. I need to let you go.”
She stepped out of the store, dumbfounded.
He continued, looking at the ground. “I’m sorry. But I’ve been crossing boundaries I shouldn’t have been crossing for a long time. I have a wife and Kids. You’re a nice girl, and you cannot get in the habit of these things. It will ruin you and men around you. And I want the best for you. Please, you must go. And for both of us, please don’t come back. This showed me I have to do a lot of work on myself. Goodbye.”
She stumbled away down the sidewalk. Nuresh went into the store and went directly to the windows. He opened all the blinds and begged God to make the sun come in and fill his store with light again.
—-
When was the last time you messed up and really sinned?
What were the little allowances that let that sin creep up on you?
Are there little allowances that you should trim out of your life before you get somewhere like that again? How will you do it? Make a plan. Call a friend. Ask for help. Bring the light in.
Raw Spoon, 4-19-2024 (on a plane back from Austin)
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