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Chronicles of the
Children of Destiny

‘Tapestry of Life’

by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com
© 2010

6,018 SC
2,048 CE/AD

The date with Puteri had been nice – quite nice.  But he was going to
remain single.  She was not the one in the end – not the one.  But who
could be, now?  Who could be?

Daniel Daly was still single, 76 and felt he probably would never
marry.  But, despite his older age, it was still an option simply
because he looked so young still, and felt it as well.  People
generally estimated him to be 42 to 45 years of age at most, and often
as young as 35.  He no longer shared his real age with people – he had
stopped doing that about a decade ago.  And now, thinking over what
just might be going on in his life, he felt he may never share his
real age again.

Daniel Rothchild, perhaps his best friend, seemed to be suffering from
the same complaint, if you could call it that, as was David, Daniel
Rothchild’s brother, and Daniel Rothchild’s wife, Jessica Goldstein.
There seemed to be a general lack of getting older amongst the group,
and this was puzzling.

But, he had a solution now.  A solution which seemed reasonable.  The
messianic era had begun – as simple as that.  And in this era the
elect of God, which he figured he just might be, had certain promises,
and great age was one of them.  And if great age was indeed one of the
promises he was now receiving, well, that was a bloody good thing.  In
fact, a very bloody good thing.  Haven was small, at the moment,
despite many years in attempting to grow the fellowship in Canberra.
It had 7 regular members in Canberra, one of them being Daniel
Rothchild who was not technically Noahide, but Jewish.  But Jews were
children of Noah as well, so that didn’t really seem to matter.

The fellowship had fluctuated somewhat over recent years with various
progressive or liberal noahide views on what really constituted a
noahide.  Daniel had felt from time to times that, based on his
observations of the human genomic structures, that it was not
necessarily implicit within the religion of Torah that everyone need
be descended from Noah.  Genesis 1:26-27 seemed to imply many families
created at the beginning, and Haven Fellowship often taught this as a
possible perspective as well.  As such the fellowship had been called
both Haven Noahide Fellowship to start with, had changed its name in
some ways to Haven Adamide Fellowship, and then just simply Haven
Fellowship.  That was the title which seemed to be sticking at the
moment.  But, while historical truth was always an important issue,
they did not necessarily expect they would ever really get the answers
they needed.  They were not available historically, so the basic torah
position would have to suffice for the time being.

Daniel lived at 29 Merriman Crescent, were he had lived on and off
since 1990, 58 years ago.  He had other family, not his own children,
and a number of them lived in Canberra as well, but he was currently
alone at 29 Merriman.  It suited him well enough, though, and he
enjoyed the house and the spirit which had built up at the place,
perhaps through his prayers, or perhaps through God’s blessing.

Soon there would be a wedding.  Yet another to attend.  David, Daniel
Rothchild’s brother, had finally found the commitment he needed with
Justine Atkinson, who Daniel knew a little.  She was in the process of
converting to Judaism, yet still apparently desired to retain her
Christian faith as well.  That was not unusual in Daniel’s thinking.
He felt people could have more than one religion if they really wanted
to – it was just tradition which dictated otherwise.

He thought on a wedding present he could get them and decided on some
collector’s cards from his own collection, some old ‘Raiders’ cards,
which he knew David had envied for a long time.  They should make the
perfect gift for Mr Rothchild.

Apart from the wedding, though, it was a quiet time in Daniel’s life.
Generally quiet.  Puteri had returned to Sydney and he didn’t think he
would contact her again.  She seemed not quite right for him – to
other for his personality.  One day, hopefully, the right girl would
come along.  One day.

*   *   *   *   *

Jenny Gilmore was 36, single, living in Canberra in the suburb of
Kingston in a nice unit, working for the Public Service, and generally
content.  Content in most matters apart from one – her single status.
Craig Coleman had been her one and only boyfriend in her teenage
years, but after she had turned 19 they had split up, and he had gone
back to Natalie Cooper.  She attended university in Canberra, then,
studying biology, and now worked for the CSIRO in a biologicals
department.  But that was now finished, having just gained work in the
biologicals section of Australian Quarantine, or AQIS as it was also
known as.

Single life suited her well enough now – she had not really known any
other way for any great length of time, and while she was still a
virgin, never having gone all the way with Craig, she did hope one day
the right man would come along and show her the finer art of
lovemaking.  So she hoped.

She shared her unit with her nephew, Jamie, whose mother Fiona had
died in a farming accident a decade ago, being sorely missed by both
of them.  Jenny prayed for her sister all the time, praying to Jehovah
who her gran had taught her strongly was the true God of creation.
She believed, in her heart, Fiona was in a better place somewhere in
heaven and hoped for good things for her.

Jamie was an intelligent young man, full of typical teenage bravery,
but very bright at school.  He had just finished year 12 and next year
was about to start university, probably, if he didn’t take the year
off he was thinking about.  She thought him so intelligent that if he
wanted to be something flash like a doctor or a lawyer she believed he
could achieve that, such faith did she have in him.  Jamie was
undecided though and despite his high test scores, was not even sure
if he wanted to go to university.  Something else might be out there
for him he told his sister from time to time.  Something which he was
not sure about, but felt it in his heart.  She believed him but still
felt, whatever that something was, a university education could not
hurt it.  And with such words she had been gently persuading him to
see that sort of wisdom, with the hope he would come to his senses and
choose a suitable degree course of study.

She had been thinking about returning to university herself to pursue
a master’s degree in science.  Eventually she would aim for the PhD,
but that was likely years away.  For now, though, work was her life,
apart from that her china collection, which took up the other room of
her unit, filled with many expensive pieces she had collected over the
last decade since starting her collection.  Some of Fiona’s pottery
was in her collection which, after Fiona’s death, had given her the
impetus to start collecting seriously.  And now she devoted half of
her salary to purchasing high quality items for her collection.

She rented the unit she was living in, bought her food, had pay tv,
and bought a number of CDs and old records, but mostly kept to
herself, with her social life lived largely through her nephew Jamie
who she doted on.  She had been saving slowly for a deposit to buy a
unit, hopefully somewere in Kingston as she liked the suburb, but was
not greatly worried about when.  Before she turned 40 was basically
her aim, so she still had 4 years left to get around to it.

Her father, Stewart, visited every now and again, the only other
family she had, her grandmother dying 2 years ago.  Stewart was single
again after a failed romance, and ran the farm alone.  But he was
retired now, received a government pension, and mainly just milked the
cows and collected eggs.  The farm was there for Jenny and Jamie,
should they want it at any time, but Stewart had suggested, after he
had passed, they simply sell up and buy themselves a nice home, which
was one of the main reasons Jenny didn’t really bother trying to buy a
unit of her own.  She doubted her father would live forever after all.

She had one close friend in Canberra, a certain Jewish lady called
Jessica Goldstein, who she worked with at CSIRO.  They had been
friends for about 5 years now, and had coffee together most days.
They occasionally caught up after work for drinks as well, but it was
mainly a work related friendship, and she had never dropped by the
unit.  But she treated Jenny like gold whenever they were together,
and Jenny appreciated the friendship greatly.  This, really, was what
life had given her so far.  She couldn’t really complain, or perhaps
she could, but she didn’t.  Besides, she was happy enough, had
interesting work, ate well, and enjoyed collecting her china and
looking after Jamie.  She was content, if lacking that little spark.
Perhaps that would come along soon, she hoped.  Perhaps.

*   *   *   *   *

Kirstie Kolby worked for the Australian Quarantine & Inspection
Service.  She was 49 years of age, married to Jonathon Kolby, and
generally content with her life.  Recently, though, she had thought
about doing something which she knew she shouldn’t, but was
nevertheless tempted to anyway.  She had thought about committing
adultery.  She worked with a colleague called Daniel Daly who had been
in AQIS for a while.  He was an admin officer, not high up, but with
cute looks and a great personality.  He always smiled at her, chatted
quite smoothly, and seemed to admire her looks.  She never wore her
wedding ring to work, and when he was around she noticed him looking
at her fingers occasionally.  She thought why – he wanted to know if
she was attached.  She had never declared her marriage to him, and now
didn’t want to in fact.  In fact, not at all.  She had come into this
section a year ago, and only her supervisor knew she was married and
she had asked him not to disclose this information.  She was a private
lady and did not want her private life put on parade for various
reasons.  But so she could commit adultery had never really been one
of them, which was perhaps why she was somewhat convicted at the
moment.  But she had decided, in the end, that she needed an affair in
her life.  She still looked very good, feeling in her late 30s at
most, and perhaps looking that, and Daniel really looked fine, despite
not knowing how old he was which he had never discussed.

She would make up her mind soon, one way or the other, and despite
loving her husband Jonathon very much so, she felt she would try out
this Daniel Daly and see, if he was interested, just what he was made
of.

*   *   *   *   *

He noticed her immediately, the same perfume, the same spirit, and
when Kirstie came into his little alcove, dressed in a mini skirt and
shirt, her shirt a little loose at the neck, Daniel was instantly
aroused.  It was lunch time and the wing was mostly empty at the
moment, a few workers down the other end, but Daniel always ate his
lunch in the office and surfed the web during his lunch break.  She
sat down on one of the seats of a co-worker and looked straight at
him.
‘Daniel.  Do you like me?’
Daniel was not really sure what to say.  Of course he was attracted to
Kirstie Kolby, had been for a while now, and thought she was
apparently single as she wore no rings.
‘Uh, yeh.  Kirst.  Quite a lot.’
She nodded.  ‘Well, do you want to do something about that, then?  If
you know what I mean?’
He looked at her, suddenly aware what she was after, suddenly quite
aware, and suddenly not sure really what to do.  Fornication had been
practiced by himself in his younger years with the prostitutes of
Fyshwick, but he had given that away.   But now, to be confronted with
what appeared to be carnal sex with an attractive lady, well he really
was not sure what to think.  But the erection in his pants told him,
even if his head didn’t.
Kirstie looked at his pants, looked around, and came over to him.  ‘I
can make this quick,’ she said, and got down on her knees.  ‘Hopefully
nobody will interrupt us.’
Daniel was thinking he really, really should refuse, but when she
pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his hardened cock,
he knew he couldn’t.  She bent forward, put her tongue onto his cock,
and started sucking avidly.  Grabbing his balls with her other hand,
she masturbated his cock with her hand and sucked like a proper
whore.  She looked up at him and said, ‘You’re fucking hot,’ and that
was just too much.  He erupted come into her mouth and she stood,
looked right at him, opened her mouth to show his come on her tongue,
and swallowed it in front of him.  She then grabbed his cock with her
hand, kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, ‘I’ll expect
my treat, Danny Boy.  I’ll expect it.’  That said she walked out of
the alcove and he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants, and put
his hand to his head, really not knowing what to think.  ‘That had
been – alright,’ he thought to himself.  ‘Really, quite alright.’

He signed off on his computer, left a note for his supervisor to let
him know he would be away for the rest of the day, and took off for
home.  He needed to think about things, suddenly very important
things, and decide just how he would handle this new situation.

*   *   *   *   *

Kirstie was in one of the office bathrooms, washing her mouth out.
She had to be careful, she knew that.  She could hardly go home to
Jonathon with her breath smelling of come.  He would notice
immediately.  She liked the taste of Daniel’s seed, not unlike
Jonathon’s.  And she had the intention of tasting it again, if he was
willing, which she suspected he would be.

Staring into the mirror she realized, then, that she had likely
committed adultery now.  Or had she?  She guessed that, perhaps, until
actual intercourse took place, she might not be technically guilty,
but she had definitely pushed it.  But looking into the mirror,
suddenly, she didn’t care.  She was a grown woman.  She was
liberated.  Why should she remain bonded to the traditional Christian
heritage she had grown up with and always accepted.  Perhaps, just
perhaps, this had been the stir of rebellion she had never known in
her teens finally catching up on her.  Perhaps that was all it was.
Or perhaps it was simple temptation, something to which she had
succumbed.  But, looking in the mirror, thinking of the sweet tastes
which could possibly still come forth, she decided in an instant that
she would succumb to those temptations.  What on earth could possibly
be the price after all?

*   *   *   *   *

Daniel sat quietly in his room at 29 Merriman, sitting in the dark,
drinking a can of Coke.  He had made up his mind long ago that he
would wait until marriage before he had sexual relations again.  He
had lost his virginity to a prostitute in Fyshwick when he was 26 – a
long time ago.  And he had been around 35 times or so to the girls of
the night.  But then, at 36, he had given it away and not visited
since then.  And Kirstie had been his first sexual experience with a
woman since then.  Really, it had been 40 years hadn’t it?  So long.
But he had been committed, determined to remain pure for at least long
enough for a woman to know he had finally developed some sort of
decency on the issue, something he felt he had failed upon in his
youth.

But now, what could he say to a woman?  How could he claim innocence?
How could he?  He had succumbed, thinking he should have known better,
but he had succumbed.  And now, perhaps, in Torah fashion, he was
defiled.  He had washed as soon as he got home, as Torah taught, and
would remain away from people, in his home, until the following
morning, again as Torah taught.  The regulations on sexual relations
were quite explicit in what they required, and Daniel really wanted to
please God.  He had failed, he knew it, but that didn’t meant he would
give in.  He didn’t go 40 years to quit now.  He didn’t commit to that
much chastity to give it all away so suddenly.

And, right then, he made his decision.  He went to his computer,
opened his email account, typed in the letter, hit send, and an email
to his supervisor announcing his quitting his position was delivered.
He wouldn’t see Kirstie Kolby again if he could help it.  He would not
take the risk.  His reputation with his fellowship deserved as much.

Finishing the letter he suddenly felt better.  As if his dignity had
been restored.  He still felt no real guilt over the action, guessing
that God was not greatly miffed with him.  He was only human after all
and had served in purity for so long now.  But it was good he had made
the right decision to separate from the temptation.  That was good.
And sitting there, thinking his purity was still safe to some degree,
he was oblivious to the car which had just pulled up out the front,
and a certain lady who was looking for the treat she had insisted
upon.  A certain Kirstie Kolby.

*   *   *   *   *

‘Bloody hell,’ said Daniel.  ‘What the hell are you doing here
Kirstie?  And how did you get my address?’
‘I followed you home once, Danny.  A week ago.  You are not that hard
to tail without being noticed, you know.’
He just shook his head.  ‘Well, what do you want?’
‘My treat.  Remember, I gave you what you needed.  It is my turn,
sweetie.  Don’t forget, a woman has needs as well.’
‘Not a chance in hell, Kirst.  I have quite AQIS.  I just put in my
notice.  I don’t want to see you again, ok.  I mean, its nothing
personal.  I like you, and it would have been nice if we could have
had a proper romance before what happened, happened.  But it did, and
I can’t take the chance it will happen again.  I just can’t.’
‘Why?  Are you married?’
‘Well, no.  No I’m not.  But I have responsibilities.’
‘What responsibilities.’
‘Well, if you must know, I run a small spiritual fellowship.  Our
numbers aren’t huge, but I take it seriously.’
‘What’s it about?  I’m a Christian.  Perhaps I might be interested.’
Having said that she pushed past him, came into the lounge and sat
down, expecting him to do likewise.  He looked at her, frustrated, but
if she really wanted to know about his fellowship, then he may as well
tell her.
He looked at her, and decided to give her a basic introduction.  He
walked over to a bookcase, grabbed a ‘Rainbow Bible’ of the
fellowship, and handed it to her.  ‘This has our basic beliefs, but
essentially we are a Noahide religion.  Noahides are children of Noah
who hold to the Rainbow Covenant.  We are not Jewish and we are not
Christian or Muslim.  Our religion is very simple, just holding to the
Rainbow Bible which is Genesis 1 to 11:9 in our tradition.  It is
basic and simple, but we try to take it genuinely seriously.  We don’t
pretend to be perfect, we don’t even pretend to be that holy, but we
try to keep the faith and follow what God expects of Noahides
according to the Torah.’
‘What is the Torah?’ asked Kirstie.
‘The Jewish word for the Pentateuch, if you know what that is.’
‘First five books of the bible,’ she said, looking at the Rainbow
Bible he had given her.
‘Look, Daniel, ok.  I didn’t know you were religious, okay.  I wasn’t
really sure.  But I can understand were you are coming from, okay.
Believe me on that.  I won’t hassle you for my treat.  We will leave
it as just that one time.’  She stood up, ready to leave, and looked
at the Rainbow Bible in her hands.  ‘Well, can I have this?’ she asked
him.  ‘I might want to read what you believe after all.’
‘Uh, sure.  Be my guest.’
‘Thanks.  Oh, and don’t quit.  Don’t be an idiot.  I can keep my
distance if it is a problem.  Trust me.’
‘Yeh, well, I’ll think about it.  Okay.  I’ll think about it.’
‘See you at work then.’  She came over, kissed him on the cheek which
he didn’t object to, and left.

Watching her car pull away he was suddenly quite relieved.  That,
actually, hadn’t gone too bad.  It hadn’t gone too bad at all.  In
fact, now that he had been confronted by her and seen that she really
wasn’t bothered by the incident, he felt much better.  As if a weight
had been lifted from his shoulders.  Perhaps he wouldn’t quit after
all.  Perhaps not.

He finished off his Coke, took a copy of the Rainbow Bible off his
shelf, sat down and started reading, but his mind full of thoughts of
Kirstie.  Perhaps this was a romance after all.  Perhaps.  If she
wasn’t married, he sarcastically thought to himself.

*   *   *   *   *

The transfer to AQIS had gone smoothly, with little problems, and
Jenny, now working in the Biologicals section, under the supervision
of Kirstie Kolby, was generally pretty happy with her new position.
Kirstie was a great friend immediately and they had lunch together
every day the first week to get her acquainted with AQIS.  Then, one
day, a Mr Daly had joined them for lunch, who worked at the other end
of the branch, a quite cute guy who Jenny liked immediately.  He was
not sure if Mr Daly and Kirstie were an item, as Kirstie had never
said anything about being married, but she noticed the way Mr Daly
looked at her, and thought, perhaps, something was going on.  And then
something weird happened.  Something very weird.  She was in Kirstie’s
office, late one night, when Kirstie asked her a bold question.  ‘Have
you ever considered a threesome, Jenny.’
‘I beg your pardon,’ responded Jenny, not quite sure what Kirstie was
driving at.
‘Have you ever considered a threesome?  Or have you done so already?’
Jenny was not naïve, and now knew what Kirstie meant.  ‘Umm, ahh.
Well no, Kirstie.  Not quite my style, ok.  I mean I like guys, but
haven’t thought about doing two of them.  Perhaps in fantasies when I
was younger.  But not since then, okay.  Not since then.’
‘I wasn’t thinking about 2 guys, Jenny.  How about 2 girls and 1 guy.
Have you ever considered that.’
Jenny was still a little shocked, and just shook her head.  Kirstie
tried again.  ‘Have you noticed Daniel.  Daniel Daly.  Do you like
him?’
‘Uh sure.  He’s cute.’
‘What would you think of having a threesome with him.  With him and
another girl.  Perhaps me, for instance.’
Jenny just looked at her, totally shocked.  ‘You are kidding, aren’t
you.’
Kirstie just looked at her, and came over to her.  ‘Have you ever
kissed a girl, Jenny?  Have you ever done a Katy Perry?  Have you?’
Jenny just looked at her, shocked, but when Kirstie came close and
kissed her on the mouth, poking her tongue in, Jenny didn’t resist.
It was a blissful thing, that, kissing a pretty girl.  And Jenny
suddenly felt fire down below.  Real fire.  Kirstie pulled apart, and
looked at her.  ‘Shall we try and get Daniel interested?  He is
working late, and I gave him a blow job 3 weeks ago.  I’ll bet if we
crack on to him tonight he’ll do both of us.  How about it?’
Jenny just looked at her, but didn’t refuse.  She didn’t refuse.

They found Daniel in his alcove and he smiled at them as they
entered.  Kirstie came up to him, and quickly kissed him.  ‘Will you
give me my treat now, Mr Daly?  I have a girlfriend who wants to enjoy
some Danny Boy as well.’  Daniel looked at them, and the instant
erection in his pants told him this truth.  When you’re time is up,
you’re time is up.  It is as simple as that.

It was 20 minutes of carnal lust, and he gave them the treat both were
after.  And both smiled at him afterwards.  There was still no
intercourse, as Daniel refused that.  It was something he still had,
no intercourse without a condom.  Something he had maintained all his
life, and he wasn’t about to budge on it.  But he was tempted, now.
He was tempted.  And suddenly having two girls in his office who now
were happy to have sex with him, Daniel Daly really did not know what
to think of the God whose prayers for a mate had been ignored long
enough, to be replaced by two apparently carnal daughters of the
night.  He really did not know what to think at all.

*   *   *   *   *

Jenny had never had a man go down on her before.  Never once.  It was
her first sexual experience in that sense, and she had orgasmed quite
quickly.  Daniel looked good and she had put her hands on his head
while he went down on her, his tongue seeming to know exactly what to
do.  And then she had come and seen what all the fuss was about.  And
now she wanted more.  Boy, did she want more.

Of course, kissing Kirstie had been wonderful as well, and while Jenny
knew she wasn’t a lesbian, somehow she had gotten it into her head
that perhaps she should try the bisexual thing, now that she had
become somewhat acquainted with a woman.

She was at home now, and had put on Britney Spears Singles collection
CD and had ‘3’ on repeat, listening to it over and over again.  It was
one of her favourite CDs, a favourite from her youth, and suddenly it
seemed quite relevant.  While she didn’t know a Peter, Paul and Mary,
she knew a Daniel and Kirstie, and perhaps a Daniel, Kirstie and Jenny
could be something very interesting.  Something to write home about,
as funny as that may sound.

But, was she getting ahead of herself.  Was she really thinking too
much of what may have just been a temporary act of lust.  She hoped
not.  While she had no real convictions on the issues, something her
gran would possibly tell her she should have, she still felt, perhaps,
perhaps she should be cautious.  You never knew were this sort of
behaviour could lead, after all, could you.  You never knew.

*   *   *   *   *

The car accident was a sign from God.  Kirstie knew it.  She knew it
in her heart, without any doubts whatsoever.  It was a sign of great
disapproval, and at the funeral, attended by most of he family, and
the entire local Kolby clan, with Jonathon her late husband being put
to his rest, Kirstie knew she had betrayed his trust, and brought
shame upon herself.  Of course, they had never had children, and
perhaps that was just the way it always had to be.  Perhaps God had
foreknown her infidelity and preserved her from children as a
punishment.  As a sign to her on her judgement that she had been an
unfaithful wife, and that Jonathon had been kept from her in this
sense.  She felt guilt, now.  Huge guilt.  And sitting at home, an
empty home, thinking about how her infidelity had cost her her
husband, she knew she would never be the same again.  Never the same
again.

*   *   *   *   *

She told Daniel about Jonathon, she wanted to get that off her chest,
and the look on his face told a thousand words, as if he was guilty of
murder, practically.  But later on that working day, around the end of
the work day, she came up to him and said this.
‘Daniel, you know, it wasn’t your fault.  It wasn’t your fault at
all.  But I have been thinking all afternoon that there was another
reason.  Another reason Jonathon is gone, now.  It is because I belong
with you, okay.  I belong with you.’
Daniel looked at her, began to think about saying something, but went
silent.  He finally spoke.
‘I guess I love you, Kirstie.  I guess it is as simple as that.  I
also lust after you, believe me on that.  I know I should say, really,
that we can’t possibly be together now.  After what happened.  But I
can’t, and I won’t.  I want you to.  So if you want to be with me,
then that is okay.  Really, it is okay.’

And that, as they say, was that.

They stayed together, after that, did Daniel and Kirstie, for many
long years.  They had 3 children in that time, Kirstie still having
eggs amazingly.  And they named the first child Jonathon Kolby, taking
his mother’s first married surname in honour of Jonathon.  The other
two children took the ‘Daly’ name, and Daniel was amazed at finally
being a father, as strange as the circumstances were which brought it
about.  They lived long, after that.  Very long in fact.  For Daniel
gradually found out from David Rothchild that he was one of the elect
of God, as was Kirstie.  And destiny chose a path of life for them, a
strange and mysterious path.  But, like all the children of God, it
had its purposes.  And the tapestry of life, with all its strange and
mysterious ways, worked out in the end for Mr Daly, as it will
hopefully do for all who read this tome.  As it will hopefully do for
all.

THE END