Chapter 1: Chapter 1

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Harry Cooper stood in front of his bed, confused. The only two things he knew about the woman in front of him were that she said her name was Lola and that now she claimed to be a goddess. She sat there smiling at him from under the covers of his bed in the old, nearly worn-down hotel room.

"Wait, you're a goddess?" He asked, looking shocked when she began undoing the covers instead of answering. It was there Harry got a better look at her. Long silver hair fell over her shoulders to cascade down her back while the luscious locks in front barely kept her breasts from pointing out at him.  Even covered, her nipples looked hard to the touch. Harry looked there longer than he needed to and turned his attention elsewhere, noticing her frame was more muscular than his own body. Lola was a supermodel and far out of his league.

"Like what you see there, Honey?" Lola, the supposed Goddess, said with a light giggle, her voice sounding like an angel.

"I mean, yeah, your pretty and all… Are you a goddess?"

The mysterious woman walked towards him. She smirked mischievously. Her body looked more like a statue, an idol carved from the finest marble on the planet for a second, Like it was molded from pure perfection and not created by nature. If anything, Harry thought she was sex on feet. At the same time, she was pulling herself out of bed.

"I can very much promise you, and I am a Goddess; I'm your Goddess wife." She said, leaning in, trying to look more exotic as she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips perched against his as they held it for a good second. Then without warning, she pulled away, coughing hard.

"Holy crap, your breath stinks! Go brush your teeth." She groaned hard as she coughed with a light gag. Harry pulled back, somewhat shocked as he said,

"Oh, um, sorry, let me fix that up." He quickly turned around, headed to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth. Not sure what to think about the whole situation. He began brushing his teeth, staring at himself in the mirror. Harry was just a normal-looking guy with long unruly hair standing wild. He blames his bedhead. With the stubble on his chin from a five o'clock shadow, Harry could shave later. He quickly brushed his teeth.

Harry had meant to go to the gym for a while. Though he never found the time as he popped his neck. He looked over at his stomach.

"Get a grip, man. Come on, What the hell happened last night? Ok, we're in Vegas. You and a few pals came down here for Jack’s bachelor party; we went out to drink and gamble too much. So, what the hell happened." He groaned while hitting his head. A rush of pain went straight through him as he let out a long groan.

He remembered sitting in the Casino, winning off a storm, Lady luck on his side, while drinks got sent to him. He could remember himself getting overly drunk. Though after that, it was all a blur. While looking down at his hand, he saw the ring on his finger. His head felt like it was swimming in a fishbowl.

"What the heck," Harry reached over, trying to pull it off. Though found, the ring refused to bulge. The thing was stuck on him, like a bad tattoo. He grabbed some of the hotel’s soap and rubbed it on there, getting it nice and soapy. However, it did nothing to help.

"That's not coming off, sweetie." He heard the woman's voice. Her head popped in through the door. Harry's eyes were unsure if he believed what he saw, but her head went through the closed door with a small smile.

"So, do you want some breakfast, honey, or should we order room service?" Her head pulled right back out as he walked over to the door, a surprised look on his face as he touched the door, wondering if he was losing his mind.

He stood there for a good minute, not sure how to react. He took a long deep breath and resisted screaming while slowly creaking.

"Hey, um, how about we get some breakfast." His heart skipped a beat for a second as he felt his throat dry. He wasn't sure what to say though Lola called out.

"Sure thing. I hear this place called a waffle house; I want to try waffles out. Are they good!" Lola called out while Harry nodded,

"Yeah, great, you should try, um, how about you head to the restaurant, and I'll meet you there." He bit his lip as he looked at her and noticed the incredible ass she was strutting; it was a shame, though he imagined she was crazy. A woman claiming to be a goddess, and Harry wasn't sure if he was going crazy or she was crazy, and sticking your dick in it was contagious.

"Sure thing, honey, please be good and get dressed; I'll meet you there." She smiled, winking, that almost glowing smile growing wider as she walked out the door. The difference was she was utterly butt-ass naked. Harry wasn't sure how to feel about his eyes twitching as he ran towards his luggage case. Soon pulling off my clothes, not caring if they matched. He just threw on whatever he could while dialing on his phone. Quickly, he almost imagined that his fingers were turning to smoke.

The phone rang as he grunted, "Come on, come on, answer the damn phone, you son of a bitch!" He groaned, hoping Jack would answer it, while he looked around, ensuring that Lola wasn't nearby to hear him. The last thing he needed was for her to hear where he was going. Running down the stairs, His luggage in hand while Harry looked abound. No one was near him as he was. Harry’s heart is racing quickly.

"Harry, what do you want? It's noon, man, and I've got a hangover." He heard his friend and soon-to-be groom groaning hard while Harry imagined his head deep into a pillow.

"Yeah, listen, do you remember what happened last night, 'cause? I have no damn clue!"

"Well, we were at the Casino, man, and you had a hell of a good night; I think you make twenty grand or something, really beat the house, then we started drinking. I think you left with a chick. Why what's wrong?" It sounded like Jack was waking up while telling Harry what had happened. Harry groaned, feeling a pain in his head,

"Yeah, well, the girl seems to be crazy, like seriously, it's fricken insane; she's claiming she's a Goddess, and we're married. Sorry man, But I'm heading out early. Getting the quickest flight cause I ain't taking a risk with someone like this." He bounced into the rental car and was driving off, a loud squeaking as he began heading straight to the airport.

"Dude, come on, it can't be that bad; she was a heck of a looker; what was it? She some hooker who stole your clothes."

"I don't know, man; all I know is I'm getting the hell out of dodge and getting a cat scan. Trust me, man, But I'll see you when I get home. I swear I'll make it up to you."

"Dude, I, fuck it fine, but you be safe alright, and good luck with the airfare, man; see you when I get home."

"No problem, man. Have a fun weekend, man, and stuff a buck in the strippers G-string for me."

"No matter what, man, I will do that, be free, my wild man," Harry could practically hear Jack smirk while the phone hung up. His hand looked down at the ring and muttered to himself. Harry nodded with a sigh as he started to drive out, leaving Vegas, figuring that it would be far better to get out of Vegas than deal with the Goddess, who claimed that she was his wife. He just groaned as he headed out.

"If I have to, I'll get it off, and I'll just find some pliers if I got to." He felt his heart racing. He knew that his situation was strange. Is he overreacting? He knew he did, but he remembered what his uncle Morten had told him.

If you ever stick your dick in crazy or they claim you married them run, run hard, run fast, and don't look back, or she will try and find you, and you don't need a stalker to trust me, your Aunt Susy was going to be the death of me, and I loved the crazy woman. His uncle told him that his aunt had tracked him down and killed him three days later. To say it didn't take scar Harry was an understatement, and he wouldn’t take a chance with any crazy woman.

He was speeding like the devil was behind him. Harry didn't care if he got a ticket; it would be far cheaper in the long run; he made a turn and went straight to the closest Nevada airport. He couldn't remember the place’s name then, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be picky. Heck, he'd take spirit airlines if he needed to.

Moving to the front desk, he tried being careful looking around. His heart was pounding though he imagined that he would be ok. His eyes were on the ring for a second, and he thought of guilt as he left the girl.

"Are we married? Jesus, I can't even remember. No, it doesn't matter. I'll get on the first plane and get divorced; I'm sure I could do that, right?" he wasn't sure, but Harry knew he just needed to get right out of here right then and there.

The older man just in front of him smiled with a slight cackle. A scar over his yet made Harry thought of a lightning bolt, and he smirked, "Good sir, it looks like you're trying to run from a woman. Am I wrong?"

"Well, in a way, I guess, it's kind of a weird story," Harry added, trying not to look freaked out.

"Oh, trust me, I know, been married for a long time myself. My wife is never happy with me. I like pretty girls. Though we keep ourselves together." He chuckled while patting Harry's arm.

"Yeah, well, I barely know this girl."

"Heh, those make the best kind. A challenge and something you never forget. Cause they'll always know how to surprise you, I always say, if you marry a girl you don't know, you'll always have an adventure because you never know what's next." He smirked with a wink as he gave a small chuckle.

"Yeah, I don't think it will be like that."

"Trust me, the old gods, and I should know they are cruel; some have a sick sense of humor, and others are just here for a good time. Trust me, and it's nothing to worry about." He laughed while shaking Harry on the hand, a bit more forceful though Harry couldn't help but feel a shock running through his writing.

"I guess, but…."

"No buts, your young; have an adventure in life. It's what I've done with my kids. I sent them out when they were old enough, had fun seeing the world, and made friends. Heck, adventure is everywhere." He chuckled more as a woman bounded over; walking by, he snuck a glance to check out her finely shaped ass.

"Hmm, adventure comes by when you least see it, that's right." He admired the exterior.

"Watch it, old man; you said you were married."

"Married, but not dead. As I said, adventure calls us all. Besides, Juno knows me too well, and I love the gal, even if I've got a gypsy soul. Hint, I keep it in my back pocket."

"I don't think people like being called Gypsy."

"Eh, I'm too old and set in my ways. Besides, ever spent a night with a gypsy, the best fuck you'd ever had? They can do things that would make your toes curl. Then when you make them moan, it's like angels, though with fewer wings. Never bound to one place traveling and living their life to the fullest." He gave him another pat while a voice called out.

"Mr. Thursday, your flight should be ready soon."

"Hmm, thank you, ma'am, and please call me Jump; all my friends do." He smirked while looking back at Harry. Who wasn't sure what to say during the conversation?

"Never say no to adventure even when the moment calls; embrace it because you never know when the end arrives. Also, never deny a chance to lay with a woman cause the next one might be your last." He smirked while heading off, following the flight attendant.

Harry went to the front desk. Seeing that the line had cleared away, he headed to the attendant, his heart racing even further.

"Sir is there something you'd like." The older black woman said, clearly looking like she'd been at the desk longer than she'd liked but knew she needed to make a paycheck.

"Um, ma'am, I need to catch an early flight back to Ohio, specifically anything that can get me there close by tomorrow night." He turned his head, clearly trying not to look suspicious, as the woman watched him.

"May I see your ticket?"

"Oh, here," he reached over, pulling it out of his back pocket and handing it over. The attendant looked at it for a long minute, too long if Harry had anything to say about it.

"You're not due to leave on Monday."

"I know, but it's an emergency, and I need to get out of— I just need to get home, ok." He muttered while trying to smile though he felt someone was watching him. Someone would stick a knife right into his back at any moment. There was an extended sense of dread coming back to him that was not. The Attendant nodded.

"Fine, since it's an emergency, I'll let it pass, we've got a Plane heading off to Ohio in about an hour, but it'll cost you. The ticket exchange will cover it, but you’ll need about five hundred dollars." She let out a long sigh as she moved over, clicking on the computer at a speed that told Harry not to waste his time; otherwise, she might try and screw him over for shits and giggles.

"No problem, up, let me grab my wallet." He reached over, pulling the cash out, seeing there was a few extra bills there, and found himself giving a slight thank you as he muttered,

"Vegas, you are the weirdest place on earth."

"Don't I know it comes before whatever is happening gets worse." She handed him the ticket.

"Your plane will arrive at terminal 12, be there, and tickets are nonrefundable."

"Got it, and I won't fuck up."

"Watch your language; there are kids around here, smartass." She pointed over towards the direction where Hary was off.

- - -

The plane was crowded, but hanging in couch class was never fun. It smelled like the noise was going off, children screaming. It was beyond the norm for a plane ride. While leaning back, Harry's side imagined he'd watch a movie get some sleep, and forget about Vegas. Just go back to work. Head to Jack's wedding and get drunk. Strike that, and Harry imagined he would never drink for as long as he lived.

He sat on the Plane, leaning back and closing his eyes; maybe he’d ask the stewardess to get him a pill, perhaps a drink: A nice coke while he got ready for his trip home. Imagining he would never see that mysterious Lola again, who claimed she was a god, he could go back to everyday life. Being single, working, and just enjoying his simple life.

He was ready to sleep, grabbing some earplugs, and blindfolded when he leaned back for the eight-hour flight. He heard a whisper against his ear with hot, fainted breath.

“Honey, I thought we would meet at Waffle house?”

His eyes widened, ripping the blindfold off as he turned his head around, Seeing Lola sitting next to him, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. The smile plastered on his face. He found himself doing the only thing he could and screaming.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: The New Husband

Harry sat there screaming for a good minute while looking over at Lola, who sat there with a goofy, relaxed smile. Harry wasn’t sure how to even react to watching her for a second while the flight attendant came over, who just rolled her eyes.

“Sir, you need to be quiet. Is there something going on?” She looked like she was about to snap at him, which caused Harry to quiet down as he looked back at Lola, who gave a gentle wave for a minute.

“Ma’am? Can you see her?” He was pointing over towards Lola; the Flight attendant looked down at the seat, though she managed to see nothing for her case instead of seeing the Woman.

“There’s no one there? Is there something wrong? Do you need a doctor?”  The flight attendant, who Harry realized the name was Jenny from her name tag, eyed someone in the back and let out a light smile.

“No, it’s fine. I am so sorry; um, could I get some scotch? I think I’m getting a little air-scared.” His pun only earned a light groan from Jenny, who handed him a small plastic cup; at this point, Harry imagined she would have a few glasses herself when she was done. Harry looked back towards Lola, who smiled more as she leaned around the seat and pulled back gently. The plane bounced for a second from turbulence as She began leaving, heading off to another passenger.

“What are you doing here? No How did you get in here?” He quickly asked, watching Lola, who exclaimed,

“Well, when you didn’t arrive at Waffle house, I figured I’d pop up right next to you. So, where are we going? Is this our Honeymoon?” She looked excited while looking around the plane.

“No, I’m heading home; you’re getting off the plane. What is this? Are you stalking me?” Harry asked, trying to find an excuse.

“I’m a goddess, and it wasn’t hard to find you, honey.” She leaned in with a slight smile as her hands caressed his chest. “It’s so nice to meet you, babe.” She giggled as she thought of it. Harry wasn’t sure how to react to this while he leaned in.

“Fine, you’re a goddess, but if that’s true? I mean, What the heck are you? Cause I’ve never met a god before. What are you a goddess of?”

Lola smirked while she stood up and exclaimed,

“I’m the Goddess of Love and life. That’s what I am, and I roam the world to give life to others and let those find the love they need.” Lola giggled more as she gave a slight spin. No one seemed even to pay attention to the woman, while Harry hardly believed this.

“Really? Prove it. Show me that you are a god right now.”

“I mean, I did just appear on a plane around people, darling but fine, I’m sure I can issue you some proof.” She smiled more as she tilted her head and started looking around. At the same time, she got up, standing before everyone. She began walking. Her t-shirt and lose shorts started to transform as a beautiful white dress melded around her body.  The cloth was see-through as Harry began to rub his eyes, unsure why no one else was seeing this. A fantastic sight as he watched her stand before a woman.

“This woman here’s name is Jasmine; she’s heading home to give birth, she’s three weeks from giving birth, and Jasmine wants to be around her family when she does but now.”

Lola quickly snapped her finger with a long moment of pause. Then without warning, the woman began screaming, a loud moan as she let out a hard.

“Oh god, I think my water just broke!” there was a pause as they watched everything happen. In contrast, they watched as the woman on the other side of the room screamed. The passengers were their usual selves; the Children were crying. Men are running away. The flight attendant asked if there was a doctor around. Harry is suddenly taken aback.

Lola’s smile reached far and wide as she said,

“Do you believe me now that I’m a goddess, honey?” Her hands reached over, caressing his pants gently. Harry wasn’t sure what to say, his heart racing as he watched everyone running over to the screaming woman giving birth.

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“I mean, it could be a coincidence, that's all. I mean, it's.”

“Honey, do you want me to do something else cause I’m willing to? Maybe I could make two people suddenly want to screw after all.” Lola leaned in, kissing his neck as she smiled more; Harry shivered as he shook his head.

“Never mind, I believe you; you’re a goddess.” He gave off a light chuckle as Lola smiled more,

“I’m so glad you understood, honey.” She leaned in, hugging him. Her dress turned back to a plain white t-shirt and jeans as she leaned back.

The attendant looked back at her. She was slightly confused as she realized Lola was there.

“Oh, miss, is there anything you’d like me to get you?”

“Oh, nothing much could you give my handsome husband and me some peanuts?” she giggled more, though Harry sat there laughing nervously, unsure what he had gotten himself into.

“Ahh, I’m sure I can do that and congratulations.” Their bags were handed over to them by the attendant who headed off. Oddly, it seemed the flight attendant was in a better mood even though a woman not far from them was giving birth, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

“She seems nice, and It’s too bad the woman she loves is currently cheating on her.”

“Wait, what? How do you even know?”

“Honeybuns, I’m a goddess; I know these things when you are in my department. My job is to see into the love lives of others and find who they are meant to be with.”

“Well, I guess there’s someone for everyone, huh?” He asked, looking somewhat curious and wondering what it might be like looking through her eyes.

“Sadly, no, some people… Some people don’t get that and end up alone. It’s the sad truth. But people can go their whole life and never find their true Love. It leaves them bitter, but it happens. But I help them find it. It’s up to them to put the effort to try and find the right person.”

“That's rough.”

“It can be, but that's life. It’s sad, but that's what they teach you when you work for Cupid.”

“Cupid, but you said you’re a goddess of Love. Doesn’t that mean you over well, the little angel in a diaper?” Harry asked, causing Lola to laugh more,

“Oh wow, that still goes on; I swear he hates how you humans depict him. But no, Cupid is higher; well was a higher rank god; we’re now equal. But I was a simple minor love goddess, pretty much his assistant. But after some events, I got promoted to a living goddess, and the love goddess part stuck on.”

“Well, I guess that's. Wait, and please explain how you got promoted to be a new god?” Harry shook his head while wondering more,

“It's simple, the last God of life was killed, and Someone has to take his place; as per tradition, one god dies, and another one takes their place.” Lola giggled more as Harry sighed, unsure about all this but somewhat understanding it.

“God is one God kicked the bucket, and you took over. But I have to ask… Why me? Why did you marry me? How did that happen?”

“Oh, I can answer that; it’s a funny story.” There was a bubbly tone in her voice like she’d wanted to tell him this entire time as she raised her hand. Her fingers glowed as she started making a circle. The small tv for his in-flight movie began turning on and flickering as it began to show… Well, himself.

“Wait, how you are… Never, mind goddess.” Harry pushed the questions off as he figured it would lead to more questions he wasn’t ready to ask. Harry turned, watching himself on the screen.

- - -

Harry was drinking, a cocky grin on his face as he watched the cards turn, the crowd around him cheering more.

“How damn, I’m a roll; lady luck must be on my side.” The moment he saw himself hitting twenty-one. He turned around, pulling his chips in as he took another swig of his drink. He cracked his neck as Jack patted him on the side.

“I say we get out of here; we’re up like ten grand. We don’t need to get kicked out.”

“But come on, dude, we’re on a roll. We’ve got plenty of time. Beat the house.” Harry responded, sounding beyond cocky. That shit-eaten grin on his face while his best friend shook his head.

“Yeah, well, it takes one bad roll, and we’re out on our asses.”

“Maybe, but doesn’t Elvis always say If I wind up broke, oh well, because I had a heck of a time.”

“It’s swinging time, and yeah, say that when we need to call Cindy to pick our broke butts up,” Jack added while Harry puffed it off.

“Fine, but let's get some drinks. I gotta get you one of them, fancy strippers.” He chuckled while patting his oldest pal on the back.

“Dude, you think that would be a good idea? I mean, I’m getting married.”

“Jack, it’s a stripper, and you're not going to be sleeping with the girl, just a lap dance; what the worst could happen.” Harry and Jack walk off while heading out of the casino with a pocket full of cash and ready for more fun on this night. After all, it’s their last night of pure freedom for one of them.

The television soon showed a flash of static before turning to a bar, someplace Harry couldn’t recognize through the video inside. Harry saw him and Jack drinking. The girls walk around wearing little to no clothes and too much makeup. Some danced and hung around older men. She gave a broad smile while Harry watched the rest of them.

“Woah boy, you don’t see girls like this around.” Harry chuckled more, clearly taking another shot, Drinking off a storm, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, maybe you should cut back on the drinking, man. You’ve had a good bit.”

“Nah, nothing wrong with a few. Besides, someone got to celebrate my best friend getting hitched. Finding the one you’d love.” He smirked with a laugh as he looked around.

“Yeah, though still, we should cool it down some. I don’t want you getting into any trouble.”

“I’ll be fine, besides. I want to live one more day.” He looked off for a second though Harry wasn’t smiling there.

“You know I’m gonna miss you, man.” There was a sadness in Harry’s voice for a second, though. He wasn’t sure if it was from the drinking or purely genuine for the longest time.

“What the heck do you mean, man? I’m just getting married; I’m not moving off?”

“Yeah, though I guess it won’t be the same, your off getting married. Moving on, while me… I’m still here if that makes sense. You’re like a brother, more than my brother. Doing everything together. Remember when we were in high school and got that cow on Principal Morris’s house.”

“Damn, how could I forget? The old fart was pissed for a month, and I think he’s still trying to figure out how it got up there.” Jack laughed more while hitting his shoulder.

“Yeah, though you’ll be heading off moving on with your life, I don’t think we’ll ever have wild tales like that. You’re moving on. I feel like I’m being left behind.”

“Hey, it doesn’t mean you’re going to be forgotten. You’re my best man, and not like you’ll forget where I live.”

“I guess you’re right. But still, I’m going to miss these nights. Us hanging out drinking, flirting with girls, you’re probably one of my best wingmen.”

“Thanks, you know it’s not the end, and besides, I’m sure you’ll find someone out there that's meant for you.”

“Nah, I’m not special; who would want to be with some dick like me? Besides, in some cases, I feel better being single… I think.” Doughtier in the Past Harry’s voice as he took another drink. Jack shook his head and took the glass from him.

“I think you’ve had way too much, man. So, get yourself some water.”

“Fine, though, only if you get a lap dance from the pretty girl.” Pointing off to a pale-skinned Raven hared woman who danced, her glasses flashing against them.

“Fine, give me a few bucks to pay the girl then, and get some damn water partner.” Jack patted his shoulder, more worried about his friend than anything.

“Fine, but I swear I’m not drunk. I could still take anyone under the table.”

Jack took a few singles and twenties, his eyes on the Pale woman; while Harry sat back, he turned towards the bartender, a fine-looking girl with a plump face wearing all leather and red hair.

“Mind if I get a shot of jack.” He imagined it wouldn’t hurt him to get another shot.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” She moved over, pouring him another drink.

A familiar figure came over, Lola, wearing a white blouse and a top that gave away too much cleavage but hid enough that no one would mistake her for a stripper. Who sat next to Harry?

“Something wrong there, sweetheart?” Lola seemed giddy as she looked at the young man. Her eyes seemed to turn away, looking back somewhere. However, he turned back toward Harry as he sighed.

“Well, my best friends are getting married, and I feel lonely. Though, hey, I’m here and might be over there.” His voice sounded a bit more slurred while taking another long swig.

“Oh dear, that sounds horrible. No one should be feeling lonely.” She moved in closer, and a hand raised as she asked the bartender.

“Ma’am, could I possibly get something sweet?” The bartender nodded, handing over a fizzy drink that bubbled without much thought while Lola took a drink. Her eyes were on it almost nervously as she poked and prodded it before finally taking a sip.

“OH, this is so good; what’s it called?” but before Lola could get the answer, the bartender had left, taking care of another patron.

“It’s fine, and I think she just got you a sugary drink. So, it’s not much.” Harry chuckled, taking another drink. “So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this.” He flirted more though his body was swaying more than anything.

“Oh, it’s my first time here, and I wanted to see what you people are like.” She gave a broader smile as she took another drink.

“Wow, this doesn’t taste like anything from home, and it's amazing.”

“Heh, well, it’s good to know. By the way, I’m Harry, Harry Cooper.”

“I’m…” She paused for a second like she was trying to think of something, maybe even remember her name, as she suddenly spoke out. “Lola, that's right, I’m Lola.”

“Well, Lola, do you have a last name? Or is it, Bunny?” Harry chuckled while taking another sip, whistling into the bitter taste and fire growing in his throat.

“Well, Sure, my last name is Lola Bunny.” She laughed more, unsure if she understood what they were talking about though Harry snorted loudly.

“Well, good to know, Lola, but yeah, I shouldn’t feel lonely, I should be proud of him, but hey, I guess it happens.” He took another shot while he ordered another drink quickly.

“Well, still, no one should feel lonely. Is there anything I could do for you, sweetie?” A tiny bit of excitement as she leaned in, taking another drink.”

“I don’t know what you have in mind. I’ve got to keep an eye on my friend.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine besides. I must ensure that people find happiness, filled with life.” She giggled more, but even the Past harry was confused by this.

“What do you mean by that? Are you a hooker? Cause I don’t think I can afford your rates, you’re gorgeous.”

“A hooker? No, besides, what is that? I can find out later, but please let me help you feel better. I know of something I could do so you are no longer lonely.”

“Sure, I suppose we can try. What could happen?”

- - -

Harry looked back at Lola and shook his head,

“That's what happened?” Lola nodded in response and smiled as she kissed his cheek.

“Yes, and it was a heck of a time, we got to this church, and a man dressing funny said some words, and we’re married, and it means you're no longer alone. Though after that— wow.” She smiled more as she looked back at the screen that flashed more and showed images. Harry couldn’t help but notice her half-naked it took him by surprise. He knew the guy as he suddenly reached over, covering it.

“Turn that off!” Harry practically shouted while Lola felt her head lower down.

“Sorry; I hope I didn’t cause any trouble.” There the screen turned black.

“It’s fine, but I just don’t want people seeing me well….”

“Well, what?” Lola added, being more innocent at this point. She reached down suddenly and started to rub his thigh, her fingers lingering near his crotch while Harry looked more shocked, trying to cover himself.

“Don’t do that; I don’t want us getting caught; who knows what would happen or how people would even try to react.”

“Fine but come on, last night was so much fun. Plus, isn’t this our honeymoon.”

“I mean, I— I mean we’re….” Harry was speechless. He fully realized he had married a stranger and couldn’t remember anything.

“So, we’re married, not getting a divorce.”

“Why would we get a divorce? I mean, didn’t you want to be married?” Harry tried saying it as it was, but. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt guilty. Lola looked somewhat sad from such an expression.

“You know what, Forget about that. I mean-- what's the worst that could happen.” Harry couldn’t help but hate saying that since he realized that would get him in far more trouble than it should.

“Yay, I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll be the best wife ever!” she hugged him tightly. Her breasts pushed into his arm as he looked back.

“So, we’ll need to get to know each other. I’m Harry, Harry Cooper.”

“And I’m Lola Cooper.” She smiled and leaned in, kissing him. Their lips met, and a spark of electricity ran through him as he pulled back for a spare minute.

“So, Well, this is something.” He shook his head as he let loose a bit more.

“Heh, well, it’s nice, though I am wondering,”

“What's that?” Not sure what he could tell a god; what wouldn’t she know?

“What’s a mile High Club, Oh! Could we join it?” Lola asked while looking around the plane. Harry couldn’t help but find himself groaning, having a wouldn’t be easy married to a goddess.

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