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“As a preacher, do you do any work with young kids? You know, there’s so many things you can do to get them involved. You could do sermons tailored to them, or you could have them show you their coloring…” she drones on.
I’m bored out of my mind, and I absolutely love being told how to do my job, as well. The eleven in the morning sermon is tailored towards children and families, and I do that sermon once a month. We cycle through who preaches, so the kids always have a new voice, a fresh face, and they’re never bored. Those that have figured out the cycle, know that the third Sunday is my day.
We’re a bit predictable around here, but I like things in order and with structure.
Over the next half an hour, Chelsea calls me cute names and talks over me. She has a problem with her listening ears, as she would probably tell her kids. I keep discreetly checking my watch. This is two hours I’ll never get back. I wonder what King and Tempest are doing tonight?
“Would you like dessert?” the waitress asks with a sunny smile, pulling me from my musings, and I panic.
I don’t want dessert. I want out of this damn date! Thank God she met me here and I don’t need to bring her home.
“You know, I’m not really feeling well,” I lie, asking God to forgive me. I’m one of your favorites. Please don’t hate me for this. “We’ll take the check, please.”
“Oh no, I was having such a great time,” she enthuses, and everything in me cringes. I’ll take my nice, quiet life, being tortured by the gorgeous girl who lives with my son and I, over this any day.
“I’m sure you were,” I say with a polite smile and she looks confused.
Quickly paying the bill, I say my goodbyes and escape to my car. God, why did I think that would be a good idea?!
When I get home, I grab a bottle of beer from the fridge, ignore the movie Tempest is watching in the living room, and go straight to my office. I lock the door, open my laptop, and turn on some porn. Ignoring the fact I chose a young girl being railed by her ‘Daddy’ over his desk. I unbutton my pants, chug my beer, then finally grip my aching dick and give in to what I want, just this once.
CHAPTER NINE
TEMPEST
I keep waiting for Roman to scold me about skipping out after church, but so far, I seem to be in the clear. He wasn’t even home last night. I guess he had a date, which if I’m honest, kinda made me feel weird. King also left to go hang out with Holly. I don’t hate many girls, but she gives me Bridget vibes. For someone who seems so nice and godly, she’s really a bitch. I’m glad that I haven't been invited to Bible study. I think I might just unalive someone, or myself, if that ever happened.
At least I’ve made one friend here so far. Hooking up with Kylee was a lot of fun, but we have decided just to be friends. I have too much shit going on to even consider a relationship. Especially with a girl. That’s just what my mother and this town needs. Not that I care about gender, but I’m sick of being ostracized.
I wake up and quickly throw on a robe before walking into the kitchen to find a note on the counter with a credit card.
Please go find some appropriate clothing for church. I don’t have time to go with you today, but here’s $50 for my contribution. Please make sure dresses cover your knees and cleavage. I don’t want a repeat of what happened yesterday. The church parishioners are still talking about it.
-Roman
Sighing, I scrunch my nose in annoyance. I really don’t need his money, so I leave it on the counter as my own form of rebellion. Spinning, I go to my room and grab a small pair of shorts and a tank top. It’s hot today, and people are just going to have to deal with looking at my legs.
Grabbing my phone, I smile as I call Kylee. “Hey, do you want to go with me to the mall? I have been ordered to buy ‘church appropriate attire’,” I tell her, making my voice deep to sound like Roman at the end. Kylee giggles and agrees to pick me up.
The drive over to the local shopping plaza is easy and carefree. Arm in arm, we walk through the mall, looking for clothes that’ll fit.
“What about this?” she asks, picking up a lilac dress that’s actually not terrible. The scoop neck is high, it has a belt to accentuate my waist, and then a flared skirt that’ll hit my knees.
“That’s perfect,” I breathe. “I was actually really dreading this, but I’m glad you were free to go shopping with me, Kylee.”
Shrugging, she continues to look through the rack of clothing. “If you have to conform, you may as well look gorgeous while you’re doing it,” she teases me with a wink.
Being friends with someone who you spent the night before with, riding her face, is a little odd, but Kylee is the only person here who doesn’t judge me. She’s really sweet and helpful, and I just need someone in my life who isn’t telling me I’m a useless whore.
Maybe it’s selfish, but I’m keeping Kylee as my friend. I think her and Chas would get along well too. I really miss Chastity. I should try calling her again. It’s been a few months now, maybe her grandmother has calmed down.
Paying for the dresses, we breeze out of the store.
“Oh look, it’s the whore. Did you decide fucking girls would be a better change of pace?” Holly snipes as we pass. She’s standing out front of a small jewelry store with a few of her friends. I think one of them is Sarah? Samantha? I never did catch her name, and frankly I don’t care. She’s just as evil as Holly is.
God, you really must hate me today.
“I will spend time with whoever I choose to. It’s 2023, it’s classless to slut shame,” I inform her as my feet slow. I should keep it moving, but I’m tired of her, and if I’m going to continue living in this small town, they need to get used to seeing my slutty face.
