Before I knew it, the sermon was over.Before I knew it, the sermon was over. I groggily got to my feet and joined the line of parishioners leaving the church. Brother Michael was at the door, greeting his flock as they exited, and my family, at the front of the church, was the last to file out. "Greetings, sister." he said to my mother. "Oh, Brother Michael, you have to come to dinner with us one day." my mother gushed. I guess she thought it was religious zeal, but she was almost drooling as she said this. I was kind of drooling myself. "Thank you, sister, but I would have to ask for it to be two months from now. So many of my flock to visit. Of course, I'd like to come visit." And we dawdled at the door while they set a date nearly three months from now. Brother Michael wasn't going to have to do much of his own cooking. "And what about your family." my mother asked. "I am single, Mrs. Johnson." he replied, giving mother a title she didn't really deserve. I was a bastard child, and my mother and I were all the family there was. Maybe that's why my mother is so religious. "Oh, but that can't be." my mother resounded. "My own husband passed away three years ago, and I know how lonely it is." My mother just added three years of Purgatory to her sentence with that lie, I was thinking, and so I was nearly laughing when Brother Michael turned his devastat- ing smile on me. "And you, young man." he said. "I could use some help unpacking if you have a few hours." I could only nod weakly. My mother admonished me to be home in time for supper and to bring Brother Michael if I wished. I agreed, and followed Brother Michael back into the church. He led me to the minister's house next door, into the kitchen and through the house. Everything was put away, everything was in place. "I don't understand." I said. "What do you need me for?" Brother Michael led me into the bedroom, also neatly arranged. Inside, he closed the door and turned to me. "I had to make some excuse for your mother." he said and took me in his arms! Before I knew it, we were kissing, his tongue invading my passive body, my arms around his neck while his huge hands pulled my buttocks apart. |