Ginnie turns a woman.

People said many things about him.
No one could say that he was not handsome.
He was tall slender and graceful.
He had a sort of an animal type of grace that attracted
the ladies despite their unwillingness to involve in any relationship. He had a seductive youthfulness. He was a flatterer. He had the inborn quality to make out tales after tales
which the ladies liked to hear him narrate again and again.

He often wondered how people swollowed all his crap, and how he managed to escape himself unchallenged. He simply had no idea. It was luck or his instinct to make the right acquaintance at the right time, and make exit at the right time. His gestures were
calculated with mathematical precision and his every smile wink handshake were well rehearsed. He had the neck to find out the families who would be useful.
She felt deep pity for him.
She saw him as a helpless captive in the hands of the church.
She also felt something else. She could not explain. It was an impulse but she experienced a physical need to touch him. This urge was so strong that when she spoke to him,
she pat him on his hand or put her hand on his thigh etc. Such innocent gestures very deeply kept him disturbed.
Something really tangible happened one day. He had finished his routine work and was about to retire to his place. She crossed the path and stood invitingly mocking.
She was absorbed in her game but at ease as she had seen him completing his outdoor job and returning on break for rest and lunch. She laid her hand on his shoulder dragging him near
as if she intended to reveal a secret. He attentively listened. Both with their hands entangled departed towards his room on the top of the mansion. His hand came to rest on her shoulder.
It moved down her back. She felt it went still deeper. She had a jittering of her body unknown to her. It came with an intensity which she never knew it was possible. It had lasted about a minute. It was total.
It was so full and all-encompassing that it had an effect of an explosion she felt for all the time.
She had lived and of all the years yet to be lived.
Now she was certain God existed. Now she could die without regret.