The Preacher's Bed

A gifted preacher, is a challenge to himself, sometimes those things he claims, go far beyond his own home, and pity and woe can conspire leaving behind a faded memory of what use to be. When the preacher's property includes women beyond his wife, and churches beyond his authority, wanting more pits woe and pity against each other, and drama takes center stage. Instead of challenging people to have hope and forgiveness, the preacher becomes more in need of them both.
     A young man set in a church for the first time and heard a gifted preacher showcase Jesus. Being a struggling christian himself, he could not help enjoy both the message and the crowd who seemed caught up in the sermon. He noticed a brazen beautiful woman sitting in the church almost UN effected by either the preacher or his sermon, but gave an eye of interest with a bent toward play. The young man was more christian then player, and gave his mind back to the service until all the church folk were filing out the church. The long haired tigress gave chase to the door to be there in just the amount of time that the young stranger could shake hands with the Pastor. Behind him he could hear his greetings to her. What wasn't strange was odd, as a thought quickly came to the visitor's mind and left as if too shameful to be true. The Pastor's wife brushed up on him, in time to help straighten his lean, and move the young girl along, and it then became clear, what was what and who was who.
     Because the young man was staying with the secretary of the church, he made an inquiry, and with her eyes rolling like the forth of July weekend fire works, she spate out this and that and the other, almost leaving a desire to withdraw the question. By the time, they where half way home, the sermon was washed away, a crash course in detective work, social work, and the under World had been taught, all before the secretary had time to break a sweat. Not wanting to ask about the young lady, the thought scarcely crossed his mind, when she through that in for good measure. Turns out the young girl was in the pastor's bed more then the wife. The young visitor, found out that he had just visited the church from hell, and the Pastor had a personal woman with exquisite taste to flavor his week days when his wife was busy.
     As a guest of the house, and no transportation of his own that church was a fixing. And from week to week, the visitor found himself sitting between the Pastor and his beauty. Not wanting to judge, nor wanting to be too comfortable showing partiality while living with the enemy of all UN-righteousness, for the pastor was friendly yet stay clear was written both in the clouds and in the parking lot and in the pews put there by the secretary. The young man pondered how bad things could get, and was given the answer to them thoughts with a phone call. The Pastor's third part made a phone call and a set of keys proved just haw bad things can get in a short space of time.  The beauty was on the phone  asking for a ride, and needed to know if the young man was busy. Apparently she needed rides before and this did not look to be suspicious even in the least. The Secretary handed over her keys gladly almost as if to say, a few hours from the pastor brought her some what closer to salvation. Before long the young man had picked up the pastor's wife's competition, and she came wearing clothes to give the young man's manhood competition as-well. She took him to the beach claiming the need to talk to someone who was impartial, who could help her understand a few things. Before the talk ended, there was laughter and hugs, that led to legs flying, and this and that lifted right there in the back seat of the borrowed car. By the time the conversation ended, the young christian had more information about her then even her mother had no idea about. Taking the young girl to her desired spot, as if a conquer, she got out of the car, and waved as if she planned on doing it again with as much ease.
     When our guilty christian visitor pulled up to the house, he sat in the car trying to figure out what had happen and how. He had not been there long, as the son of the family asked about his clothes, and before stepping out of the car he had to tidy up that mess and quick. Standing in the house, and handing over the keys, words were exchanged but none was the wiser as to those tails berried in the back seat of their car. Before long the phone rang and soon this runaround became happy wheels, as the car began to see more play then the Pastor. When a woman falls in love, giving a care for all else or who else, is like the clown removing his make up, hard not to notice the caring is gone. Living with the secretary gave its advantages, for the pastor was not going to call to inquire and it almost seemed as if the beauty played this down to the last player. She wanted out, and this was her ticket. Even a slow lover, knows when there are snacks, running without questions hides all shame.
     Wanting more is one thing, but using folk without regard to get it, is another matter. Before long, the young man began to avoid the rides and give the keys a rest and allow someone else to take the mission. For even a fool can learn something from good players or bad moves. For she was not going to demand him to come, like the Pastor, she had to save face too. While locked up in the house with the other guest, it was not long, before another woman with young kids, started looking at our visiting lover.  In small country towns, man are hard to come by, and one woman's trash is anther's treasure. By this time the women seemed to be coming out the wood work. When did church ever get this hostile, and how could he be a christian in the midst of scandal and vulgarity. Then the day came, when no one else could take the beauty, and honesty was not an ideal situation to a drama out of control, so the young man took the keys and picked up player player wearing nothing but legs and was he captured even before she opened the car door. Smooth lips and a softer voice, she pleaded for one more night. He said no, but all she heard was yes. Oh if we could do it one time in a bed was all she would say. The pastor's bed was nice, and now and a gain the hotel was too. His nerves had left him, and his smile was too far gone, as she adjusted herself to take advantage of this moment she felt would be her last. As the glass fogged up, and the aroma of passion stole an old car's profile, they made love as if wanting it to never end.
     The thing about pity, woe takes no prisoners, and while pity has its place, what's done in the dark will come to light. With soft kisses and promises, the two agreed to disagree, and parted with honor among thieves. Laying the keys on the table with a fervor unlike before, he told them he could not drive her anymore. With a gleam in the secretary's eyes, who felt that beauty's charms might have been pushed back at bay, not knowing she was right but after the fact. The young mother of two was also with smile, for she felt now it was her chance to dance with the visitor.  And when the house was empty and beds available thought out the house and a soft couch presented its self as a welcome lay for the two of them, she made her plea for love. The young visitor looked at  the sexy mother with young kids and for the first time, knew what he should have always known, what you have to do in secrete, can never prove worth while out in the open. He refused her, and her sadness drew from him a pity to match her frown. He took off his prize watch, and gave it to the lovely lady as a token of his desire, but told her what she was asking for was far too much. Up to that point, she knew what sex was for she had two children, she had never had a man show interest in her to the point of giving her sentimental value, and the gesture turned out to be better for her then sex. She wore it to work to show her co-workers who up to that point had never seen anything like it. Although our young friend loved his watch, he saw the happiness in the eyes of a woman who would have given so much more and felt the gift was a better deal.
     The day came for him to leave, and he did so without notice or to do, coming away without his favorite watch and in need of baptism, our young christian got a lesson in front line warfare with the devil. It was not long after that the Secretary found her a new church, and the split that came from the scandal of infidelity and god like status from the pastor. Being renewed came slow and painful to our christian friend, staying far from women pushed him almost into extremes that made him note worthy. But who could blame him, after all he had been through, its a wonder woe allowed pity to have its sway in his young life. It was not so with the pastor, woe stole a march on him and pity had to run for cover, as he began to lose all. The only pity he received came from his wife who while she did not leave, stole the upper hand, for what good is a pastor's credit, if the only good he ever had leaves him. Faded with time, are the simple choices made, and the growth that comes with them, is nothing short of a miracle of God...nj