04-29-2021, 02:43 PM
Lorn couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful day and he was walking with a beautiful woman. He glanced over her again. Was she looking back at him, he wondered. He thought he had caught her a few times. It made him smile all the more. He thought about it as they peacefully walked on down the road.
If she was interested in him, would it be so bad for him to be interested in her as well? But he was her employer. He reminded himself. And the way he helped her out, she might feel she owes him something. Would it be right to take advantage of that situation? He had a very strong moral code and tried hard to live by it. This was a puzzle indeed. What was the right thing to do.
It was moments like this that he wished his parents were not so far away. For Heidi, he wrote to his mother often with worries he had about how he was raising her. In this situation though, he would love to have his father's wisdom to drill into for a solution. He gave a sudden deep breath, not realizing he had done so, and knew he had to figure it out his own, though he would write his father. It would take time to get a response and by then it might be too late, but it would feel good to write it down and send it to the one person he trusted.
He had a feeling he knew what the answer would be though. "You already know what to do. Follow your heart and your conscious, boy." He could hear it in his head already in that gravel-sounding voice with the slow accent of their home, much like his own.
He looked at Karen and tilted his head. "You are doing quite well with her. How does it feel? Feeling relaxed with her?" He asked continuing walking there beside her.
If she was interested in him, would it be so bad for him to be interested in her as well? But he was her employer. He reminded himself. And the way he helped her out, she might feel she owes him something. Would it be right to take advantage of that situation? He had a very strong moral code and tried hard to live by it. This was a puzzle indeed. What was the right thing to do.
It was moments like this that he wished his parents were not so far away. For Heidi, he wrote to his mother often with worries he had about how he was raising her. In this situation though, he would love to have his father's wisdom to drill into for a solution. He gave a sudden deep breath, not realizing he had done so, and knew he had to figure it out his own, though he would write his father. It would take time to get a response and by then it might be too late, but it would feel good to write it down and send it to the one person he trusted.
He had a feeling he knew what the answer would be though. "You already know what to do. Follow your heart and your conscious, boy." He could hear it in his head already in that gravel-sounding voice with the slow accent of their home, much like his own.
He looked at Karen and tilted his head. "You are doing quite well with her. How does it feel? Feeling relaxed with her?" He asked continuing walking there beside her.