17 17 MISSION UNFOLDED

"I am surprised Idris Sanligan never told you, well; let's just say that was his little secret."

Pastor Mandolin eyes narrowed at her. Her story had had so many grips on him but pretend not to let it reflect on his countenance.

How come she knows so much and had never been seen in the church?

How much does she know about the blood beneath the altar and Demora?

Where exactly did she gather so much information?

When he noticed he was almost getting restless, he stopped her. "I see you know so much about me and the church—I am surprised we haven't meant for once and—"

"Oh no, you shouldn't think like that—Demora and Sanligan are close friends and if anything. I suspect they want your downfall. But in any case, I am here to help you."

She stood up calmly. "I will give you all the secrets to escape all their flaming arrows and remain the Pastor of Bread and life bible church—"

"Who the hell are you? I am Pastor of—"

"Oh yes, you are? Nobody is contesting that fact but not for long." She shot back. "Things are slipping out of your hands. The earlier you know this the better." She turned her back against him as she stood.

Pastor Mandolin could also see how beautiful she was from behind, her hips were ready for a shot and the way her buttocks stood out from her lightly transparent miniskirt she wore sprang up lust within him.

He looked away and a minute later, shifted his gaze at her when he heard her spoke.

"You may have run out of ideas on what to do but I got enough to bail you out—you must realise I am doing this to help you and nothing more—absolutely nothing more. You see you never wanted me in but I see you don't want me out too soon now, right?"

Pastor Mandolin could see smiles all over her face. "I am not ignorant of what my God can do—he is a God of war and I don't care what Demora and Sanligan are up to—"

"You better be, Pastor—Mandolin." She eyed him.

She knew she must act fast or her mission will be aborted. She wheeled around and stared into the eyes of Pastor Mandolin. "The only way you can fight them off is through sex with me and immediately that is accomplished, their plans are dead." As she said those words, she unzipped her miniskirt and watched it slide to her feet. She unbuttons her purple dress and watched it fall behind her.

Her lovely pointed breasts stood out and the nipples shot up, begging to be touched—caressed.

As she walked forward, Pastor Mandolin knew if he doesn't act fast, he's entrapped forever. He stood up and ran behind a chair and pointed to the exit door for her to walk out.

"Too late Pastor Mandolin, we have come this far, let's enjoy ourselves. Don't you like what you are seeing? Feel my breasts, come right inside of me. I thirst for your penetration."

"No, please go away, you are of the dark—yes you are!" He screamed.

She stood still and started for the chair Pastor Mandolin stood behind. "When did you start running from sex, have you not done it with ladies and even the married? Or you want to tell me you are a virgin. Come on, come suck me and—"

"Go away from me. I don't know you." Pastor Mandolin shouted.

"Come on, you are shouting Pastor, are you kidding me. Shouting against sex or what? Be an adult for once and stop this useless running around."

Pastor Mandolin watched her come closer, the way her breasts and nipples moved on her chest got his eyes blinking.

Her sexy appearance was becoming too hot for him to resist.

The more she walked closer, the more his body wanted it.

Suddenly, his penis stood and sweat started dripping down his face. He struggled to control the urge. The more he did, the more his resistance started cracking.

Suddenly, her hands found his body. She ran her lovely fingers with long nails through his hairy chest and then started unzipping his trousers.

"I know you will like this." She whispered.

Suddenly Pastor Mandolin found an inner strength within and shouted. "No weapon fashioned against me will prosper, in the name of Jesus Christ go away." Immediately, she withdrew her hands from his body and glared at him.

"What?"

"Who are you?" Pastor Mandolin demanded as he withdrew and zipped his trouser.

"I am Sonita—"

"You are, Sonita?" Pastor Mandolin swallowed his saliva, as his thoughts drove wide.

The memory of his encounter with Neo came alive, "Sonita? Sonita who was a friend of Neo—you are dead, you had an accident!"

Immediately she heard that, she disappeared.

Pastor Mandolin looked around and as he walked towards her clothing on the floor, he watched it disappeared too. Fear shot past his bones as his hands shivered.

Minutes later, he lowered himself to a chair with his eyes still shifting around the sitting room where it all happened. His eyes fell on the wall clock and then on the chair, Sonita sat on a few seconds ago.

It seems like a dream as he blinked his eyes several times. He knew it wasn't at all but it was evident she has a mission.

Has she fulfilled it yet?

He pondered as his eyes caught again the chair she had sat. And suddenly, his eyes fell on an amazing ring. He stood up slowly and started for it.

An uncomfortable silence crawled in and stayed for minutes. The sitting room wasn't lively at all.

Dralex had been the centre of attraction and still was. The tears in her tender face had dried up but the words from her trembling lips were loaded with too much substance.

Eric stared at Prislla and then touched his left ears as though he wasn't hearing correctly. "Did you say they tore their pants?" Eric whispered almost to himself. "And nobody knew about this—this evil?"

He watched Dralex shrugged quietly.

Prislla wasn't comfortable, she wanted to hear more.

"Talk to us, Dralex." The story looks odd to digest and that got her all the more nervous. "But these girls are too young for that. I mean they shouldn't indulge in that—"

"Let her talk to us darling" Eric voice swept in between hers.

Prislla kept quiet with eyes now on Dralex. She knew she wasn't telling lies if only she could relate to what happened.