I ask, "What do you want to do?"
Before he speaks, a knock comes at the door. It's his old mother.
"Hello, Pastor Ethan," she says.
I reply, "Hello, ma'am."
"I loved your teaching today. Not only did it bring old believers back to the book, where we have a rethink of our lives and our Christian faith, it brought sinners and people destined for condemnation and hell to Christ… just like my son."
I say, "Ma'am, all the glory to God in the highest. It is Him and His Spirit that moved through me. I have no power of my own, but I'm happy that I was a vessel in His hands."
She continues, "When I saw Zack give his life to Christ, I said, Jesus, if You call me home today, I'm fulfilled, because my greatest worry was to see Jesus glorified in this man, and today is the best day of my life."
"I bless God, ma'am."
At this point, I'm so tired and I want her to leave so I can continue my conversation with this traitor. You're surprised I called him a traitor? Of course, that's what he is… how dare he touch my girl and then have the balls to say to my face that he is in love with her? Oh, I feel like smacking his head with a table—or with a Bible, since the Bible is referred to as the stone, and if this stone falls on you, as Jesus said, you will be grounded to powder.
The old woman looks at me and says, "Pastor, are you guys done with the counseling? My husband is waiting in the car, and he wants us to head home."
I keep quiet for a second, thinking this shitty son of hers will say something like, "No mom, we're not done yet," or, "Mom, it's fine; you guys can go home, and I would come later." But no… he sits quiet like a fucking mouse.
I say, "Oh, it's fine. We can do this some other time."
I stretch under the table and bring out the First Timers welcome package. It consists of a Bible, a spiritual book written by my dad, and a pass card for newcomers to come for counseling sessions anytime they want.
I hand it over and say, "Brother Zack, you are welcome to this church. Please do well to consistently worship with us here. Jesus is here. And don't forget your counseling session; we still have a lot we haven't tackled."
He smiles, "Thank you so much, Pastor."
He picks the package and leaves with his mom.
I am so livid at this point. What devil sent this old woman here? I was so close to getting to know my girl, and maybe finding out where to locate her.
I call for the church secretary.
"Hello, Miss Jones, please come to the office right away."
She walks in, and I say, "The new convert… Zack. I want his number—the one he filled at the new converts' form."
She looks at me, "Sir, are you sure? Because you never ask for the numbers of new converts."
In my head, I'm like, Bitch, do you know who that man is? And what information he holds?
I say quickly, "Yes. But after my conversation with him, he needs extra spiritual guidance, and I don't want him to go back to sin. So please, can you get his number for me?"
"Sure, sir." She leaves quickly.
I mutter, "Stupid girl."
She returns almost immediately with a treasure. Of course, Zack is not the treasure, but until I find my treasure—Scarlet—he is the closest.
"Thank you," I say to her. She smiles and walks away but stops at the door.
"Sir, there are two more people outside waiting for counseling."
I had to go into the fake spirit immediately because my body was calling for something—and someone. I speak in tongues, letting it spill: hb3yhendoka, sncy(dndiokwmsyxhndmskskm…
I laugh out loud. "Sorry for the confusion." I look her dead in the eyes. "Not now. The Holy Spirit just put it in my heart to go into a one-hour prayer time with Him. In the realm of the Spirit, He is showing me things I can't comprehend without quiet time. Oh, praise Jesus."
She foolishly replies, "Hallelujah."
I say, "Go tell them to return on Tuesday. Then the senior pastor will be around. I need to withdraw and seek the face of the Almighty God."
She leaves immediately.
I quickly get up and lock the door with keys. I switch off the CCTV because I can't take chances.
Oh yeah, if you guessed when I said my body was calling for something and someone, if you guessed Scarlet—you are wise. My body can't hear her name and not react. That's true love, baby. Oh, how I love this girl.
I go to the church desktop because I can't use my phone—I want a bigger screen so it feels like she's right here with me.
This time, I choose a video of her with just one man… who kind of has my features. It makes me feel closer to her. Oh, Scarlet—with the blonde hair and the beautiful face—the only woman that has made my loins crawl in and out. She makes me want no other woman but her. That's the definition of a real woman. No one else can have me but you, Scarlet.
The video plays exactly how I would like to have my first day with her. If she walks into this room right now, I would treat her just like this. She's a slutty slut, just the way I like it. She walks into the man's house with the sexiest, shortest skirt I have ever seen—the one that covers but doesn't cover, exposing her butt cheeks. Have I ever told you guys how big her butt is? Oh, it's the joy of my life… I would do anything just to have a feel.
This man is so dormant, just the way a bitch is meant to be treated. I love how he grabs her so passionately yet so firm. Ugh, he makes me want to replace him badly. She's such an obedient little slut, just the way I want it. She's going to make a good wife because Jesus wants all wives to be submissive—and she is.
The man makes her touch her toes, and before she can react, he goes deep inside… yeah, this is the kind of sex we will have when she becomes my wife and walks into this office as the pastor's wife.
God, this man thrusts so well… am I gay? Or bi? For admiring his sexual capabilities? Ugh. He spanks her, and it makes her wetter. I can see the reaction on her face. He bends to eat her ass… oh shit, I can't believe I'm about to cum.
"Uh, baby… Scarlet… my love… yes… spread that ass for me… let me go deeper… hit harder… you're so sweet… the best… oh… oh… oh…" I say loudly as I pour my sperm all over and a bit touches the Bible for the new convert.
"Oh shit. God, forgive me. I'm sorry," I go over and clean it.
Then the knock comes in a hurry. It's the secretary and two elders.
"Pastor Ethan, are you okay?"
At this point, I know my climax messed me up again. You know I can't climax quietly because Scarlet is fucking me so good, and I have no control over my reaction. I don't even care if they heard.
I quickly adjust everywhere, turn on the camera, and open the door. Speaking in tongues again, an elder says, "Pastor Ethan, we heard strange noise and thought something was wrong…"
"It's nothing," I say. "I was just having my quiet time with the Lord."
"Hmm," he says. "I guess that's why we were hearing 'He's so sweet… let me go deeper.'"
"Exactly. The goodness of the Lord is so sweet, and I feel it every time," I reply.
The secretary enters, walks swiftly past me like a ghost, and goes straight to the desktop.
"Oh shit, WTF. What are you doing?" I ask her, but by then she's already in front of the desktop.