"Ho-How ol-old are y-you?" Zarniya's attention was on Messiah. "Sa-Saya?"
Zarniya was smitten with him. Messiah liked to think so. Yet, it was his eyes that would not leave her.
The truth was Zarniya was being nicer to him since she genuinely accepted him as hers, her person.
"I guess I'm more than twenty."
"Re-Really?"
"I'm not sure…" Messiah paused and thought for a second. "Actually, it's twenty- two."
"I'm ei-eighteen," Zarniya said aloud, and Messiah lazily nodded. "Yo-You a-are not twe-twenty-two. Ac-actually, I-I he-heard that you… your a-age i-is al-almost two-two months!"
Messiah did not respond and continued to peel the apples and bananas for her.
"Yo-You're ba-basically a-a toddler!"
"Master," Messiah said and sighed. "Don't say such disturbing things. You 'basically' touched and pleasured this toddler's body, are you a child offender?"
