shizzz
That one guy
- Joined
- Feb 22, 2008
- Posts
- 11,633
Lance was new to his tasks. He was the youngest minister that this large congregation had seen in some time. He had gone of to school done his fair share of partying but after a tragic event at the school he had changed himself around and gone of to ministry college and found himself workin towards earning the cloth. He was a tall attractive young man a few tears shy of thirty. He was a solid six foot, wide shouldered athletic frame. Je had played sports in his youth and with the free time and stress of his new life he found himself working out, well practically religiously, and he found that he enjoyed the life. Helping people in pain and helping the lost to find their way. But he did moss his old life quite a bit
He was in fact thinking back on his days at college when he had been young and care free. He ha found his eyes wandering the crowd last Sunday. His flock, or the flock he was learning to minister, had quite a few temptations. He found himself thinking wantonly about them as he sat in the little booth of the confessional, waiting to see whom he might be able to help. You never knew when you waited for confessions. And it was the closest most personal way of ministering and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved being able to give good guidance and be an ear for understanding, and the weaknflesh I him loved robust the screens one way obscuring cover to openly gaze on the woman, and truly delighting in stories of the wanton list he had once enjoyed himself.
He was sitting there quietly when he heard the little door open
Ooc
looking for a good descriptive intro and am open a to what direction to take this. Jump right in
He was in fact thinking back on his days at college when he had been young and care free. He ha found his eyes wandering the crowd last Sunday. His flock, or the flock he was learning to minister, had quite a few temptations. He found himself thinking wantonly about them as he sat in the little booth of the confessional, waiting to see whom he might be able to help. You never knew when you waited for confessions. And it was the closest most personal way of ministering and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved being able to give good guidance and be an ear for understanding, and the weaknflesh I him loved robust the screens one way obscuring cover to openly gaze on the woman, and truly delighting in stories of the wanton list he had once enjoyed himself.
He was sitting there quietly when he heard the little door open
Ooc