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Leaving the room, we go back down the hallway a few more feet and stop in front of a closed door on the right. He knocks and we hear Kate answer “Yes?” from the other side. Pastor Ryan opens the door slowly like he is scared of what he might find on the other side and without looking in, he motions for me to go ahead. Walking in, I find Kate. She is a thin woman that barely stands five feet. She is sitting on a burgundy couch looking disheveled, wringing her hands. Her beautiful silver hair is a mess, her top is undone showing her bra, her skirt is crooked, and her pantyhose are ripped. “Oh my God!” I mutter as I hurry over to her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, dear, I am, I just want to get out of here.”
“Of course. Let’s get you to my truck,” I offer, reaching down to button her blouse but find the buttons are gone. “What happen to the buttons on your blouse?” I ask, looking around on the floor.
“Well, dear, you know how things can get in the heat of the moment. You just kinda forget how they work, and you don't want to take the time trying to remember,” she answers with a sly smile.
I hold up my hand to stop her and say, “Got it.” Looking back around to the door for Pastor Ryan, I see him standing with his back to us, just outside the door, looking at the ground. Walking to the door, I step beside him and ask, “I don't suppose you have anything she can wear out of here, do you?”
“No, I'm sorry we don't. I checked the lost and found but there was nothing in there,” he answers, tapping his foot nervously.
“Okay, her grandson is gonna be here any minute. I can't let him find her like this. He will not be happy and will want to kill Mr. Kane, no matter that what happened was consensual.” I look around and then remember I am wearing a T-shirt under the sweater. “I will give her my sweater, but while I get her presentable, can you go back out front and wait for her grandson, Billy Cox? He should be here any minute, but don't let him back here... just stall him till we come out,” I say. He glances back to me, fear washing over his face. “Don't worry, I'll hurry,” I promise, shutting the door.
Rushing back to Kate, I pull the sweater off and slide it onto her arms, buttoning it down the front. I comb my fingers through her matted hair, apparently Linc is not the only one who likes to knot and tug on hair. I can feel myself getting wet again thinking about him. Kate must see something on my face that tells her what I am thinking about.
“Fun, isn't it?” she asks, startling me from my daydream.
“Um, what’s that?” I ask.
“When they take charge. When they take you like they are starving and you are the last food on earth,” she replies with a smile and a wink.
“Yes, very much,” I answer laughing. The way Linc takes control of me during intimate times makes me feel like I’m his. I want to give my whole body to him. My only desire to please him.
She stands and I straighten her skirt, she doesn't look great with the sweater and skirt, but she is presentable. I wish Jenna was here, she knows how to make anything look good. Hell, she would probably rip one of the gold curtains off the window and woosh it around Kate like a magic trick, turning it into a million-dollar dress.
“So, this man, Mr. Kane, are you and him serious?” I ask her.
“Oh, no, dear, just having fun. Fredrick, Billy's late grandfather, is the only man I have or ever will love,” she answers, her face serious but sad. I nod in agreement and give her a little hug.
“Ready?” I ask in a cheery voice, trying to change the mood.
“Please, get me out of here,” she mutters, practically running for the door.
Heading back into the church, Kate and I spot Billy who is standing in the middle of the church in the aisle between the pews. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, he runs up to us and looks his grandma over, up and down. “What's going on, Grandma?” Concern wrinkles the sides of his eyes.
“Oh nothing... how are you?” she replies, like nothing has happened.
Billy looks over to me and his eyes go wide. He leaps the two steps between us and grabs my face, just like Linc had done back in the stairway at the condo. I jump, startled by his sudden action, not knowing why he is grabbing my face. “Jesus, C, what the fuck?” I then realize he has seen the red and blue mark on my face.
“Oh, it's nothing. I just ran into a shelf at the shop, you know, not paying attention,” I lie, waving my hand like it’s no big deal. He narrows his eyes at me and opens his mouth to say something but stops. Letting go of my chin, he nods and looks at me angrily before turning his attention back to his grandmother.Geeesh, why would that piss him off?I just shrug and proceed over to Pastor Ryan, who is standing by the large wooden entryway doors. He opens and holds the one on the right as I pass through with him following behind me. My jaw drops when I see Linc leaning against the wall next to the glass doors of the atrium. He smirks and his eyes travel up and down my body like he is undressing me right there. Butterflies fill my stomach, and I can feel my face go red, making his smirk turn into a full-blown smile. Remembering my manners, I turn to Pastor Ryan, who is still standing behind me.
“Thank you so much, Pastor Ryan, and I am so sorry this happened.” Before he has time to answer, I blurt out, “What's that for?” I point to a large white sheet of paper taped to the wall behind him. It has a thermometer drawn on it. It is colored in red about a quarter of the way up.
He turns to see what I am pointing at and answers. “Oh, that’s for a fundraiser. The area in red is where we are at, and that top line up there is where we need to go,” he explains, pointing to the bold dark line drawn just below the round top of the thermometer.
I nod and ask, “What's the fundraiser for?”
Looking back to me he answers. “New playground equipment for the children’s after school program we have here.”
“Oh, well that's nice. How does one donate to the fundraiser?” I ask, curious.
“Well, you see that metal box there under the thermometer?” he questions, pointing to a large locking metal box with a slit cut in the top. “People can put their donation in there or they can mail a check it they prefer.”
Walking over to the box, I open my purse and grab out the thousand dollars in cash I have made from my last few sales and start folding it before sliding it into the small slit in the top of the box. After five minutes of folding and shoving, I finally have it all in there. Turning back around, I see a nervous Pastor Ryan looking at the floor.
“For the kids, not this situation... Don't worry, I’ll keep my word and find a solution to the problem.”
He nods and walks over to me, taking my hand.
