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any of these men, she never told him that she hadn’t. As experienced as Norman was when it came to sex, which he had boasted about on many occasions in their past conversations, Paige couldn’t dare allow him to believe that she wasn’t just as equally experienced. So she let him assume and insinuate things about her without correcting him. Now she wished she hadn’t.
    Paige had been saved thirteen months now, and as hard as it sometimes was for her to walk her Christian walk, it seemed even harder for Norman to remember that she even had a Christian walk. She always felt like she was the one to blame for Norman not being mindful of her Christianity. The words from one of her pastor’s past messages would often bring about this doubt. “You shouldn’t have to wear Christianity on your sleeve. You shouldn’t have to run around telling people you are a Christian. People should be able to look at you and know that you are a Christian. God said He made us in His image. Well, do you look like your Father?”
    It was obvious that Paige didn’t look like a Christian or Norman wouldn’t be so forgetful about it. She made a mental note to call up Mother Doreen and ask for some guidance about that. She’d been a Christian longer than anybody she knew. Surely she’d encountered her share of Normans.
    Paige grabbed her purse and keys and instead of the normal, “Enjoy your shift,” she’d usually give Norman, this time she said, “Have a blessed evening,” leaving Norman standing there looking as though she was speaking a foreign language.
    â€œYeah, okay.” He snickered. “Hopefully God will bless me by putting it on one of these beautiful women’s hearts who are heading this way to give me their phone number. Umm, umm, umm.” Norman licked his lips.
    Paige shook her head as Norman went to work with his smooth operator skills on the two women that approached the ticket window. “God help him,” she said under her breath as she closed the door behind her.
    Before heading to her car, Paige stopped off into the ladies room after contemplating whether or not she could control her bladder until she got home. Not. Exiting one set of the glass double doors, Paige waved at Norman as she walked by the ticket booth on her way to her car. He replied by tapping his top shirt pocket, which meant it held one of those women’s phone number, if not both knowing Norman.
    â€œOh, excuse me. I’m so sorry. I was too busy waving at my co-worker, and I didn’t see you,” Paige apologized to the gentleman she’d just run smack into.
    â€œDon’t worry about it. I guess you’re not the only one who doesn’t realize I’m standing out here.” The gentleman exhaled, then looked down at the two tickets he held in his hand. He then looked down at his watch as if catching that movie with the person he was waiting for was a lost cause.
    â€œNo-show, huh? Your date that you’ve been waiting for is a no-show?” Paige rubbed it in unintentionally.
    â€œLooks that way.” He looked down at his watch for the hundredth time, and then scanned the parking lot.
    â€œMaybe you should try calling her,” Paige suggested.
    â€œNah. It’s getting late. Besides, I guess I should be used to this by now.” He shook his head and let out a deep, exasperated breath. “Have a blessed one,” he told Paige as he headed toward the parking lot.
    â€œYou have a blessed one too.” As Paige watched the man walk away, she wondered how in the world any woman could stand up such a fine specimen as himself. Sizing him up to be about six foot tall, two hundred thirty pounds of muscle with wavy hair that made him look as though he had Indian in his family, Paige thought this man had to be God sent.
    She thought about stopping him in his tracks and offering to view the movie with him, as Paige had hardly been one to