When I was a young man of only 19, I decided to go to church for the first time in my life. No, I hadn't seen Jesus, and I wasn't concerned about burning in hell. My mother and I had just moved to the West Coast, and I didn't know a person for a thousand miles, so I thought that it would be a good place to make some acquaintances. After all, didn't they have...
Chapter 2: 1st Church or is it Hell This story continues describing the life of Pastor Sarah in her new church. Sarah was looking forward to getting to know Frank and Margaret on a more intimate basis, and if she had read the vibes correctly that would not be too hard to do. Several times throughout the day, at their pool and during dinner, they had manage...
It had become customary for the Offering to refrain from sex with her husband the week leading up to her Sunday. This was Carol's week and she, like the other women, did not have relations with her husband at all leading up to her given Sunday. She went perhaps a little above and beyond, in the fact that she would not let Jerry even see her naked. It definit...
Part V (An Alternate Ending) I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. Could I come over and fix it? I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who led me downstairs to the basement. Katherine led me trough the cellar door, only to be confronted by a bright red curtain. Katherine...
Alice Scott was the 35 years old wife of the vicar of St. Aden's, a parish on the edge of a northern English market town. Her husband, Edwin was 40 years old and in the early years of their ten-year marriage, he had excited her with his near heretical approach to his work. He came from a long line of clerics and as he matured, was metamorphosing into the arc...
It wasn't enough that old uncle what's his name was being given his final send off. They had to spend an otherwise delightful road trip in the pouring rain, thought Carla Potts, Lonnie and Cheek's 29 year old daughter, as she sat dozing in the car's front seat. She wasn't really interested in going to the funeral. There was no DNA between her and the dead gu...
Dear Shoeblossom I have a difficult time standing in the corner for long periods after a whipping. Ingrid requires that I stand on my tip toes, and that of course is impossible for more than eight or nine minutes. Ingrid will sit at the end of the parlor, reading her "Mirabella" magazine and every now and then she gazes over to see if I am up on my toes....
Twisty Dick Further adventures, with even more Fire Breathing, a Forgotten Bacchanalia, another Warning concerning Blacksmithies, Hot Tail in the Dark, and yet another Member of Unusual Size. Also tuna. Frank was Laying a little Waste when the message came. Just to keep his hand in, really. After harvest time, he would fly over the fields around his cast...
Peter had been the organist at St Leonards Church for over thirty years. A widower with two grown up children, he had not had any female company since his wife had passed away from cancer three years before. A few months previously the parish had received a new vicar, Reverend Maxine Power. She was in her early thirties, a brunette with shoulder length hair...
Tina's story: Kent and I had been hiking through the park at Clay's Ferry, down to the old locks, and it had been a pretty fun day, sunny and warm on Earth Day of 1972. We'd been down and walked out the old lock gates to the big pilings on the river, just sat there, shooting the shit, before we decided to head back to our apartment. I loved Kent, with all...