Chapter 2

Reverent Ron was young and in his early forties.

He was strong and of a very resilient character.

Noting much could ever hold him down!

He was always striking hard to reach the highest level of recognition, acclamation and pushing suggestions and proposal to city officials in order to have them change the way they do business in the municipal offices across various cities.

Oftentimes quoting scriptures to them to prove to them that he was right and their system was very wrong!

He was mentally witty, physically fit and had a very charismatic personality that cause many to wonder, if he was still using crack or cocaine, and others, to doubt if he was actually called by God to preach the gospel.

One minute, he was hugging and kissing on you with so much love and passion; and the next minute, he was speaking into your life about the good that will soon come your way because God Almighty was in control.

And at other times, he would just step past you like you were a dust bin - you didn't exist... you didn't matter to him or his congregation!

Sometimes his mannerisms were so cold and seemed so very evil causing many to feel fear in approaching him no matter how desperately they needed his assistance.

However, time and time again, he had declared it in his preaching that he wasn't the man he used to be, and that God Almighty was still working on him no matter what anyone in the congregation thought about him and his actions.

Oftentimes, venting that some of them were only jealous of him and wanted to take his position of running the church but, there was no way on earth that any of them could do a better job of running the church than he could.

And when he wasn't complaining or venting about people in the congregation having bad-mind against him for his position, he would be venting about persons being envious of him having a very beautiful wife. Most times, throwing utterances about females being covetous of his wife beauty and men were being very grudging and resentful because they didn't have a wife that looked nothing like his wife.

Reverent Ron's wife, Tamara, was indeed drop dead gorgeous and had eyes looking wherever she went. She had also bored him four children; two boys and two girls which none of them looked; nothing like either of them!

But after standing in front of the congregation one Sunday morning to give her testimony about all that the Lord has done for her, and where he had brought her from; all envy and jealousy anyone was harboring only slid to the gutters. Because, after hearing her grieve stricken testimonies many in the congregation were now only feeling pity for her. Causing many to reach for their handkerchiefs and began wiping away the dripping and the trickling of tears.

As her testimony entails, she was indeed a lonely woman!

A woman who had four children to raise and a husband who was gone ninety percent of the time to only god knows where in the world; claiming that he is saving souls for Christ!

He was saving the whole wide world for the heavenliest but, his own household was in shambles and needed him there; and in more ways than one!

Even through the difficult storms Tamara claimed she was having with her husband Reverent Ron, she made her proclamation to the entire congregation that she loved her husband and probably always will because she knew that god had given him to her.

But, many in the congregation were taking notice, reading every drop of word that spilled from her lips and dissecting every line on her face searching for the god honest truth!

Yes, she might have loved him; but she wasn't a happy woman!

"Wasn't marriage about happiness - being happy with the one you love?"

Many in the congregation were asking!

Filled with the holy-ghost, speaking in tongues, and covered under the blood of Jesus, many men in the church were seriously thinking of putting in their application to fill a void that Reverent Ron seemed to be avoiding; when he says he is out preaching.

Some men had even started fasting and praying fervently in hopes that the Almighty would direct them on how to go about taking Reverent Ron's wife away from him.

But, a rumor had begun spreading about Brother Steven Cunningham filling that a gap already being with the Reverent wife. Since he was the only one who knew Reverent Ron's itinerary and had knowledge of when he was leaving the country, and also, when he was returning home.

For a very long time, it was the covert truth many feared talking about openly, even though, Tamara's fourth child had all the dead resemblances of Brother Steve along with all his quirky personality. Which was practically staring everyone dead in the face.

Everyone could see the profound resemblance between the child and Brother Steve, except, for Reverent Ron who would oftentimes hand over the screaming toddler not to the mother; but into the outstretched arms of his dearly beloved assistant, Steve Cunningham, who was always there for him at his beckon call.

Nevertheless, entering the tiny office and seeing his assistance face flush with redness and watery eyes, it was very obvious to Reverent Ron that something was terribly wrong and upsetting to Brother Steve heart.

Having the door ajar to allow some natural light and fresh air into the tiny room, and also gazing eyes, Reverent Ron turned to Brother Steve and asked without compassion...

"What's the matter with you this time, why you crying? You receive news of your mother's passing again?"

Now, Brother Steve began chuckling with laughter, removed his glasses and began wiping away the sad tears from his eyes. Knowing fairly well, Reverent Ron was only trying to humor him since it was quite apparent to him that he was very upset. In spite of his humorous utterances though and jovial personality, Brother Steve still wanted Reverent Ron to know that his actions earlier on were very hurting and demeaning to him. And he insisted that he have an apology.

So, Brother Steve, spoke his mind!

"Reverent Ron, I really don't appreciate you slamming the office door right into my face while I'm having a conversation with you! Just because the collection isn't what you expect them to be or satisfying to you! I'm deeply hurt by your behavior and would appreciate if you don't treat me like that around here ever again!"

But, instead of apologizing to assistance who was known to be always at his beckon called, Reverent Ron avoided his statement and instead asked.

"What is the total tally for the collection this morning?"

Frozen and with bulging eyes, Brother Steve just stood there speechless; unable to say a word about the total disregard he was receiving from the man of the cloth!

Determine to get an apology, Brother Steve went on to say...

"I deserve to get some respect around here! I have been nothing but loyal to you, and this is the way you are treating me; yelling at me and slamming doors in my face!"

Still yet, Reverent Ron wouldn't apologize to his loyal servant; Brother Steve and began filling his hearing with all sorts of descriptivist.

"You know what is wrong with you Brother Steve, I think you are too damn sensitive and dainty, and I need some people around here who aren't as delicate and touchy as you are! So if you don't like me slamming your office door in your face, then there is the door out there, so you can pack your stuff and please leave!"

With those words expelled from his mouth, Reverent Ron grab the paper containing the total tallying of the church collection, walked towards the tiny door and slammed it real hard once again; causing Brother Steve to jump from the echoing sound it expelled throughout the atmosphere.

Luckily, it wasn't directly in Brother Steve's face, that it happened this time around, however, it was still quite upsetting and very disturbing to him

Telling Brother Steve to pack up his stuff and leave the premises of the church, was even a bigger insult to him. Since Reverent Ron knew quite well that he had recently lost his apartment and his other job and was encouraged by him to come and stay in the church basement until he had gotten back on his feet!

Feeling perplexed - troubled and ashamed, Brother Steve sat on his little wiggly chair and began weeping, acrimoniously!

There were persons who he could have gone and stay with, but at this stage in his life, he sincerely didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Especially, since he had recently turned his life around and just like Jesus Christ disciples, had decided to follow Reverent Ron and walk in the way of the Lord Almighty!

Less than thirty minutes later, Reverent Ron was back in the church basement pounding on Brother Steve's officer door demanding that he opened it! And when he did, Reverent Ron asked...

"You're still crying?"

"I tell you something, you really need something to cry about!"

Reverent Ron suggested rudely.

"Do you know how many things they have done to our Lord Jesus Christ, and yet still, he didn't shed a single tear?"

"The only time the Bible states that Jesus wept, was when his disciple kept on falling asleep and wouldn't watch his back when his enemies were coming after him to slaughter him and string him upon a tree to die!"

"And here you are, crying over the sound of a little tiny door that was slammed in your face; Brother Steve, get over it!"

"And please, get on the phone and call Sister Jonson and tell her that I'm coming by her house this evening to pay her a peaceful visit! And in the meantime, please, dry your tears; because you really don't look good weeping in front of me or these children; at all!"

"Stay inside your office and put yourself together, and please for heaven sakes, don't come out here in the hall-way and scare away the children from their Sunday school classes with that snorted look on your face!"

"And call Sister Jonson; right now... don't let me reach over her house and she tells me, she didn't receive any call from you!"

Reverent Ron continued yelling as he made his way exiting the main door.

With those words delivered into Brother Steve ears, Reverent Ron hastily left the building, hurried into his car and made his way to Sister Jonson's house; hoping he could convince her to give him the offering which she had brought with her the day before to give to the church at the early Sunday morning service.

Right through the entire ride to Sister Jonson's house, Reverent Ron kept on praying for Sister Jonson not to be mad with him anymore, and give to him the fund she so generously use to give to the church! Which many a time, usually cover the entire utility bills for the church and had change left over to purchase grocery for his household.

His vehicle was now parked across the street from Sister Jonson's house and with inquisitive eyes watching, he looked from top to bottom of the house, searching for any sign that she might be still at home.

But, the entire home seemed to be lifeless and lack of any human activity, inside and out!

Needing that extra donut for his causes, Reverent Ron was relentless and determine to stick around for a while until Sister Jonson had returned home.

The waiting had now become over bearing and Reverent Ron decided to start knocking on the doors of Sister Jonson's neighbors; enquiring if any of them knew where she was or when she would be coming back!

But none of the neighbors were willing to dish out any information about their sweet and kind neighborly neighbor!

Returning to his car, from the freezing cold, Reverent Ron began praying harder than before and even began swearing; beating himself up for opening his big mouth scandalizing Sister Jonson's affairs. Pertaining to the church offering she was accustom to give to the church; in front the entire congregation earlier that day.

Now he was pissed off, and began slamming his fist against the steering wheel of his car, angrily! As he called out, god damn it, Jesus Christ and shit; under the same breath! He had had enough - waited for too long; over three hours, and still there were no signs of Sister Jonson returning home or opening a window or a door!

He thought about all the various churches nearby that she could have gone to but, felt pretty much ashamed to enter into their presence to confront her over what he was now lacking... the large donuts or hefty lump sum of Sister J's, cash flow.

Riled up and ready to start his car engine, Reverent Ron could see the very slow moving car resembling Sister Jonson's car taking its time crawling from a distance.

In his state of irritancy and annoyance, he began complaining about her and the way in which she was driving her vehicle.

"Look at how slowly she is driving the vehicle, as if, she is in a funeral procession! Don't she realizes; she is too old to be driving on these streets?"

Were his angry and critical comments!

Impatiently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of his car and constantly checking his watch, Reverent Ron counted how long it would take Sister Jonson to reach her gate from the moment he noticed her car in the distance.

It was a full thirty minutes for her to reach to her driveway and there weren't any traffic on the streets, either!

Reverent Ron became amused with the whole scenario of seeing her drive and couldn't stop laughing to himself.

"The race is really not for the swift, but for those who endure to them end!"

He quoted from the scriptures while still giggling away!

Sister Jonson began making her way into the driveway now and soon, she made an effort to get out of her vehicle and open the gate to her driveway. But, as soon as she stepped out of her vehicle, Reverent Ron shouted from across the street...

"Hey Sister J, you need some help with that?"

Reverent Ron was now out of his car and making his way across the street towards her while still filled with chuckles!

"How long have you been trying to make your way home; from you left the church this morning?"

Reverent Ron asked teasingly!

"Did you know that it took you thirty minutes from the end of this street to your gate just a while ago and there were no traffic on the streets?"

Reverent Ron continued to ask jokingly.

Ignoring the question and throwing some shade at him, Sister Jonson asked!

"What the hell are you doing at my house; should I be the one to call the police on you now?"

Feeling extremely ashamed, Reverent Ron spoke apologetically.

"Sister J, I'm extremely sorry about what took place in the church with us this morning and I ask for your forgiveness, and that you return to worshiping with us next Sunday!"

"I'll come over here myself, drive you to church and then bring you back home; I promise! Because, I certainly wouldn't want you to lost your way and be driving around on the streets all day; like the Israelites who couldn't find their way out of the desert and into the promise land!"

Reverent Ron expressed laughingly.

"I'm fine with my driving and I'm through with you and that church; you copy that?"

Sister Jonson blurted out at him.

"Sister Jonson, there were no traffic going or coming either way and yet still; it took you thirty minutes to get to your house from just the end of the street to here! That simply tells me that you need some help... you need someone to drive you around for your errands and who will make sure that you reach your desire destinations safely, wherever they might be, Sister J!"

Reverent Ron insisted.

"So what are you trying to tell me, Reverent Ron, that I'm too slow a driver to be driving on the streets? Did you see or hear of me causing any accidents on my way home? If any driver thinks I'm going too slow they can always go around me; it's a big road, and I don't stop them from applying their indicator lights and going around my vehicle to get where they are going!"

Sister Jonson lashed back while still attempting to find the latch to open her yard gate.

Staying his distance, fearing that she might hit at him with a stick, stone, or the shoe on her feet, Reverent Ron asked with a smirk on his face and a look of concern in his eyes.

"With all honesty Sister Jonson, what time Sunday mornings do you leave your house to come to church: around 3:00 am or so?"

"You are always there for the first service which starts at nine in the mornings and you are approximately twenty-five minutes away from the church building, if you are walking! So don't tell me, you take five and half hours driving around on the streets to get to your Sunday morning services! Might as well, you park the car and walk instead!"

"Because, I see you walking around in the church and your walking looks much more briskly and swifter than your driving!"

Reverent Ron playfully critiqued.

He had now gently pushed her aside and began reaching for the latch on the gate, so as to open the gate for her. And when he had finally gotten it opened, he provokingly teased.

"Sister J, you really are one lost, Israelite!"

Hands on her hips, she was now staring into his eyes with a double countenance; showing that she was still mad with him for infuriating her in the church this morning and now glad, because he had just helped her open the yard gate which was taking her an awfully long time to open.

Thinking, if it had been a scrupulous personality who had shown up at her gate, he would have ample time to assault her and probably take off with her purse and any other valuable possessions, she might have had on her.

However, she soon came to realize that Reverent Ron was soothing her spirit with his playful chattering, and so she decided to come down easy on him - be courteous and hold a civil conversation with him. Instead, of rowing with him and blowing his gesture of kindness and provocation out of proportion.

The gate was now wide open and Sister Jonson was began heading back inside the car, so she could drive it inside the garage for the day. But, Reverent Ron interceded and placed himself behind the steering wheels, turn the keys inside the ignition and began moving the vehicle towards the inside of the garage while grumbling; that if she should ever drive the car inside its destined area; it might take her up until tomorrow morning before getting it there, and he didn't have the patience to wait on her that long!

Keenly, observing his driving skills, Sister Jonson started complaining that she wasn't pleased with the way Reverent Ron had parked her vehicle in the garage and began instructing him on how she wanted it to be parked.

"It needs to go up some more and over to the right side of the garage, so I can have a wide amount of space to go back and forth freely!"

"Sister Jonson, I'm very skinny and yet still, I'm bigger than you... how much more space could you possible want to move around in this garage? You could place four barrels, a double bed and a Bentley in all this space right here!"

Reverent Ron stated trying to convince Sister Jonson that there was more than enough room for her to go back and forth in the garage.

But, she wasn't having it!

There was a way that she was accustomed to parking her vehicle in the garage, and she wanted it to be parked just like that right now! And if he wasn't going to park it the way in which she wanted it to; she was going to snatch the keys from his damn hands and then park it herself!

However, Reverent Ron knowing his reason for being there, at her house, obediently hopped back into the vehicle and began following her instructions on how she wanted to have the car positioned inside the garage.

With the task properly completed in her favor, Sister Jonson was now in a better mood and was now ready to entertain Reverent Ron in more ways than one!

Taking the car keys from his hands, she open the back door of her vehicle and began removing her bags, purses and dressing shoes which she was unable to use for driving and began thrusting them into Reverent Ron arms.

Minutes later, she began opening the front door to her house and began telling the Reverent which one of the chairs he should put the load on that he had in his hands, and so he did.

Now settled inside of her house, Sister Jonson made a loud pronunciation which had startled the reverent.

"Thank you, lord, I'm home... oh lord, it's so good to be back home in one piece!"

But, Reverent Ron wasn't in any mood for any religious or spiritual outbursts or gesticulations!

He had had his full share of shouting Hallelujahs and Amen this morning at the church, and only wanted what he had come for at Sister Jonson's house, so, he kept still!

Standing at the kitchen sink washing her hands, Sister Jonson shouted.

"Ronald, is there anything I can get you from the fridge to drink?"

But instead of replying yes or no, Reverent Ron shouted back...

"It is Reverent Ron, Sister Jonson, Reverent Ron!"

Waltzing from the kitchen with the top buttons of her upper garment open, Sister Jonson articulated.

"Ron, you are inside my house now and whenever you are inside my house, you are only a man!"

"You are not here to conduct any sermon; so please, cut out the self-righteousness and the pretention of being holier than thou; because I know, you are no damn saint!"

"Now, what would you like to drink, Ronald?"

"I have sodas, freshly squeezed mango juice and fruit punch that I had just gotten from the store; so pick your choice!"

Sister Jonson spoke firmly.

Inwardly Reverent Ron thought about rejecting her offer, but, hearing that she had freshly squeeze mango juice, suddenly obliterated that notion from his mind and excitingly Reverent Ron shouted back at her.

"Let me have the mango juice, please!"

It was his favorite fruit and no matter how his belly was full, he would find a way to make space for any mango content whether it was the actual fruit or it was in the form of a juice or nectar!

Mango juice poured over a tap of ice, he was served and joyously, he relaxed himself in Sister Jonson living-room chair and began drinking away with the intention of asking her for more!

While Sister Jonson excused herself from her living room and escaped to her master bedroom to shower and change into something she considered to be much more comfortable.

Completing her shower, Sister Jonson returned to the living room scantily attire in a pair of shorts exposing her batty cheeks, a top revealing her upper cleavage and douse in expensive perfume that smelled heavenly and began fumigating to entire living apace. She now came over to be seated by Reverent Ron with her glass of fruit punch chased with a splash of brandy in it!

Her legs were now crossed while she held her glass in a tantalizing manner and continued to undress Reverent Ron with her eyes!

But, her caressing gaze would cut short when Reverent Ron asked...

"Sister Jonson, may I get some more of that wonderful mango juice you just gave me, please?"

"Sure Ronald!"

She replied.

Removing the long transparent glass from his hands and rushing back to the kitchen to give it its refill of the refreshing and tasty mango liquid she realize that he loved and was enjoying.

While walking back to kitchen with her but cheeks being exposed to him and bouncing up and down like it was moving to the rhythm of any African drum beat. Reverent Ron sat there in the chair and began quoting only a section of the Our Father's Prayers repeatedly under his breath. And so he whispered continuously;

"Dear Lord, lead me not into temptation and deliver me from every evil!"

Minutes later, Sister Jonson was back with another glass of mango juice which she gently handed to him with a smile before returning to her seat and sitting provocatively next to him; that even the blind could see that she was coming on to him and wanted his reaction!

But, Reverent Ron avoided her advances and quickly brought up the subject matter of what had caused him to be there in the first place.

"Sister Jonson, I must tell you the truth, this mango juice is absolutely delicious, however, now that my sins are forgiven, I needed you to help us shoulder some of the responsibilities concerning the utilities at the church! Because the collection basket didn't quite make it this morning; as a matter of fact, we are way under - we didn't collect enough funds in the collection baskets, and you pretty much knows there is work that needs to be done on the church building! And I also need to travel out and win some souls for Christ, there are stipends to be paid to those helping around the church, and also, stocks of food to be bought to feed the homeless!"

Reverent Ron tried explaining his desires!

Needless to say, Sister Jonson didn't care about hearing any financial affairs of the church right now!

She was in heat... hot and horny; wetting the seat of her panties with nature's juices which her creator had injected into her being to indicate her sexual attraction and desire to the opposite sex.

Getting more and more sexually aroused, Sister Jonson left from her seat and walked over to the stereo to turn on some music; so she could get the reverent in the mood for whatever she was sensually up to.

She began bobbing and jerking her body to the music while preparing herself to put a little strip tease show on the menu; occasionally pulling one spaghetti strop down from off her shoulders and then putting it back in place again while staring the reverent up and down with sexy stares like she was working in a striptease club!

For a moment, Reverent Ron was about ready to partake in this lascivious and sinful behavior, after seeing his beloved Sister Jonson whining and pulling her already very short shorts in the crack of her buttocks ,as she bent over, showing him the entire panoramic view of her dairy rear!

But, Reverent Ron, quickly got a hold of himself, suppressing the excitement he was feeling, and out rightly told Sister Jonson to stop with her sexually provocative advances towards him! Or else, he would be preaching about her conduct in his next Sunday morning ceremony and then placed her on one of the back benches of the church to be seated for an entire year!

However, Sister Jonson wasn't deterred by his threats or his pastoral warnings, and continued with her groping and whining in front of him while Reverent Ron sat there with his legs cross, desperately trying to keep his manhood in check - completely suppressed!

The seventy add year-old woman who looked like she was more in her fifties was now sitting cross-way on Reverent Ron's lap with both legs over the arm of the chair. While she went on caressing away at the Reverent body and shooting sprouts of tender playful kisses all over his face.

Trying desperately not to sin before god and man, Reverent Ron grip both her arms firmly trying to restraint her from going any further in seducing him, but that had only excited her even more!

A man's strong arms were holding her firmly which hadn't happen to her in a very long time, causing her to blush and started pressing her tantalizing body even closer against his, like she wanted an intertwining of her soul and his to meet on her bed!

Tortured, tormented and tempted, the man of the cloth, could no longer hold back his feelings and now he began to reciprocate to whatever Sister Jonson was giving to him... kissing her in all sorts of places which had gotten her even more aroused and eager to go all the way!

For a moment, Reverent Ron stopped in their making out session and mentioned to her about the utilities of the church which needed to be paid off urgently!

Staring at him with her blouse below breast, Sister Jonson spoke softly...

"Ronny, my darling, don't you dear worry about that now, I will take care of all of that for you, my sugar!"

"When will you take care of it?"

Reverent Ron asked holding back his excitement.

"I can take care of it anytime that you want me to take care of it!"

Sister Jonson replied as she nibble at his ear.

"Sister J, this is the reason why I came over here today, to ask you for the money, or a check to cover the bills for the church, and also, to apologize for my actions in the church this morning!"

Reverent Ron expressed smilingly while breathing heavily against her neck.

"Okay, I have around three-thousand dollars with me right here! You can have it to pay for the bills for this month and also next month... I'm sure this will be enough to cover everything!"

Sister Jonson stated.

With her mini shorts up in the crack of her ass, Sister Jonson leaped from Reverent Ron's lap like any spring chicken, reached for her purse to get the envelope with the money inside of it, and then handed it to the preacher man!

Filled with appreciation, Reverent Ron embraced her tightly, and without thought, he placed a passionate kiss on her lips as he stuffed the huge envelope inside his jacket pocket!

He was in shocked about how he had just kissed her; so lovingly! And now, she was ready for the whole entire shebang that she had been working on, ever since, they both entered her house!

Consumed with both amazement and guilt at the same time, Reverent Ron thought about how he could possible escape this moment of lust and seduction! Feeling very nervous about his wife finding out about him sleeping with another woman, the damage it would cause to his reputation and the scandalous out lash that would be rampaging not only inside the church, but also the entire neighborhood made him reluctant to go on!

He had envisioned the local newspapers headlines saying.

"Pastor has sex with church member who could be his grandmother while his beautiful stays at home caring for his children!"

He could picture the shameful chattering amongst his colleagues, the Youngers in the church he was trying desperately to bring to the Lord, and also, the children he fathered who were old enough to understand his idolatrous actions.

He thought about the obnoxious stares his wife would give him and how she would begin to reject his sexual advances whenever he tried touching her in those ways producing real intimacy!

"There was no way, I could possible live down or withstand this scandalous situation!"

He thought to himself!

And as Sister Jonson led him to her master bedroom, removed all her clothing, lay on the bed and spread herself to receive him inside of her; Reverent Ron broke out into the holy-ghost, began speaking in tongues while shouting on the top of his voice.

"Yes Lord!"

"Yes Lord!"

"Yes Lord!"

"I will obey your word, my Lord!"

With those outbursts of spiritual declaration, Reverent Ron grabbed his shoes, bolted straight through the front door of Sister Jonson's house and right into his vehicle! Soon he was pulling away from the scene like he was being chased by a whole host of psychotic demons!