The Pastor's Calling
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Pastor Jean Batard was standing in the pulpit after giving a hell fire and brimstone sermon. He looked out over the congregation, it was time for him to make a selection, for in a matter of months, the holidays would be upon them. He had always stressed that Halloween was important for it was the eve of all Saints Day. Yet for the reverend it was all soul eve, when the veil between heaven, hell, and the earth was thin and all things were possible, given you had the right ingredients.
Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ a gentle swell that was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.
As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church, he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”
Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair, with a touch of silver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her father.
He held her hand and waited for her response.
Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ a gentle swell that was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.
As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church, he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”
Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair, with a touch of silver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her father.
He held her hand and waited for her response.
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I'm sitting towards the front of the church, my first time in this one. I'd been trying different churches since I got to town, at first just to keep my mom off my back, she keeps telling me that I'll end up in Hell, although she would never say that word if I don't attend mass.
I was raised Catholic, so of course were first, but found them to be stuffy so regulated felt like inthe army. I'd been trying different dominations but today is different.
The priest is up there almost reminding me of the Baptist ceremony a hell fire and brimstone sermon, that I barely listen too. But something in his voice captures my attention a passion that I haven't seen before.
After mass ended and everyone was filing out, he was waiting at the door a handshake for most hugs to a few. When my turn came and he took my hand, I felt warmth emanating from him. I was aware he spoke, but wasn't until he asked the 2nd time what my name was that I started. Stammaring a bit"
"Hi, sorry. My name is Rachel, Rachel Abrams, I just moved to town a month ago. My first time in your church, must say it was something else, but in a good way"
He smiles say's 'He hopes to see more of me' Then reminds me there is coffee and donuts in the rectory if I'd some.
Normally turn those down, but today.
"Thank you father? Honestly not sure what to call you."
"I'd love a cup of coffee and a donut"
Then he releases my hand and I manage to find me way over there. Sitting at a table sipping my coffee. Wondering what just happened
I was raised Catholic, so of course were first, but found them to be stuffy so regulated felt like inthe army. I'd been trying different dominations but today is different.
The priest is up there almost reminding me of the Baptist ceremony a hell fire and brimstone sermon, that I barely listen too. But something in his voice captures my attention a passion that I haven't seen before.
After mass ended and everyone was filing out, he was waiting at the door a handshake for most hugs to a few. When my turn came and he took my hand, I felt warmth emanating from him. I was aware he spoke, but wasn't until he asked the 2nd time what my name was that I started. Stammaring a bit"
"Hi, sorry. My name is Rachel, Rachel Abrams, I just moved to town a month ago. My first time in your church, must say it was something else, but in a good way"
He smiles say's 'He hopes to see more of me' Then reminds me there is coffee and donuts in the rectory if I'd some.
Normally turn those down, but today.
"Thank you father? Honestly not sure what to call you."
"I'd love a cup of coffee and a donut"
Then he releases my hand and I manage to find me way over there. Sitting at a table sipping my coffee. Wondering what just happened
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The Revend Batard held the girl’s hand firmly and yet comforting, his kindly eyes, softly gazing into her soft eyes. It was the second time that he asked her, her name that she answered.
"Hi, sorry. My name is Rachel, Rachel Abrams, I just moved to town a month ago. My first time in your church, must say it was something else, but in a good way"
“I am glad that my sermon seems to have touched you Rachel.” Rev. Jean Batard still held the young beauty’s hand. “Welcome Rachel I hope to see more of.” Batard’s let his eyes take in the sensual curves Rachels stunning young body and wondered just what lay beneath her demure choice of clothing.
“Rachel we have coffee and doughnuts in the parsonage to build fellowship and community. Please, as your new in town, join us.”
"Thank you father?” Then she made her little confession. “Honestly not sure what to call you." Jean smiled at Rachel’s question. “Father” the girl must be a lapsed Catholic or Anglian. “ You can call me Revend Batard, or just Rev. Jean.”
"I'd love a cup of coffee and a donut."
“Perfect Rachel!” There seemed to be a joy, a sense of anticipation in Rev. Jean’s voice. He let Rachel’s hand slip from his. Batard then led Rachel to the common room of the parsonage. Rachel sat at and empty table and was sipping her coffee. Batard could see a bit of wonder in her soft trusting eyes. He wondered just how innocent and trusting this young beauty was.
The common room was filled manly, with young attractive women and veril young men, dressed more for a party than church. As no one had approached Rachel Rev. Batard came over to join Rachel. “So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
"Hi, sorry. My name is Rachel, Rachel Abrams, I just moved to town a month ago. My first time in your church, must say it was something else, but in a good way"
“I am glad that my sermon seems to have touched you Rachel.” Rev. Jean Batard still held the young beauty’s hand. “Welcome Rachel I hope to see more of.” Batard’s let his eyes take in the sensual curves Rachels stunning young body and wondered just what lay beneath her demure choice of clothing.
“Rachel we have coffee and doughnuts in the parsonage to build fellowship and community. Please, as your new in town, join us.”
"Thank you father?” Then she made her little confession. “Honestly not sure what to call you." Jean smiled at Rachel’s question. “Father” the girl must be a lapsed Catholic or Anglian. “ You can call me Revend Batard, or just Rev. Jean.”
"I'd love a cup of coffee and a donut."
“Perfect Rachel!” There seemed to be a joy, a sense of anticipation in Rev. Jean’s voice. He let Rachel’s hand slip from his. Batard then led Rachel to the common room of the parsonage. Rachel sat at and empty table and was sipping her coffee. Batard could see a bit of wonder in her soft trusting eyes. He wondered just how innocent and trusting this young beauty was.
The common room was filled manly, with young attractive women and veril young men, dressed more for a party than church. As no one had approached Rachel Rev. Batard came over to join Rachel. “So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
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As I sit and look around the room. I see it is full of men and women about my age, some couples obviously with small children running around. A few older people as well.
The reverend comes in and makes his way over to me, stopping to greet several people, the men with firm handshakes most of the women with hugs.
As he sits he addresses me
“So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
I smile at him, He seems nice, and for some reason I feel I can trust him.
"Well not much to say, I'm single, was engaged to be married, but that fell through"
Stopping to blink past the pain of that memory
"I moved here about a month ago, kind of a new start for me. My dad passed away a year ago, and my mother and I just couldn't...."
"Well I decided might be time to move out, and when I thought about it. I decided to find a whole new town to live in. To be honest ended up here by closing my eyes and putting my finger on the map"
"I work remotely makes it easy to relocated. I'm renting an apartment over on 1st street"
"And I'm rambling, sorry about that"
"Oh and one more small confession, I have no idea what kind of church you're the Reverend of, I was walking around and don't be mad, but I just came in to sit for a bit"
The reverend comes in and makes his way over to me, stopping to greet several people, the men with firm handshakes most of the women with hugs.
As he sits he addresses me
“So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
I smile at him, He seems nice, and for some reason I feel I can trust him.
"Well not much to say, I'm single, was engaged to be married, but that fell through"
Stopping to blink past the pain of that memory
"I moved here about a month ago, kind of a new start for me. My dad passed away a year ago, and my mother and I just couldn't...."
"Well I decided might be time to move out, and when I thought about it. I decided to find a whole new town to live in. To be honest ended up here by closing my eyes and putting my finger on the map"
"I work remotely makes it easy to relocated. I'm renting an apartment over on 1st street"
"And I'm rambling, sorry about that"
"Oh and one more small confession, I have no idea what kind of church you're the Reverend of, I was walking around and don't be mad, but I just came in to sit for a bit"
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Reverend Batard made his way around the parsonage common room, a firm hand shake for the men perhaps a pat on the back as well as he spent a few moment with each. He greeted the woman with a hug, a kiss on the cheek as he whispered a greeting. The hug was sensual, almost, but not quite indecent. Jean Batard made his way to where Rachel was sitting alone sipping her coffee.
The reverend took both of Rachel’s hands in his as he sat down, not across from the stunning young woman but next to her, as if they had know each other for years. “So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
"Well not much to say, I'm single, was engaged to be married, but that fell through."
The pain of her failed engagement was evident as Rachels soft trusting eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I moved here about a month ago, kind of a new start for me. My dad passed away a year ago, and my mother and I just couldn't...."
Perfect Batard thought, her heart ache of a failed engagement, plus the recent loss of her father, she was vulnerable, ready for the plucking. The reverent already thinking of ways to seduce this young beauty and get her out of her clothes. He longed to see the trusting young beauty naked, to enjoying stripping away each layer of her innocence.
He hugged Rachel to him, he loved the feel of her young body pressed to his as he hugged Rachel. “I am so sorry for your lost.” He took both of her hands in his again as Rachel continued telling her life story.
"Well, I decided might be time to move out, and when I thought about it. I decided to find a whole new town to live in. To be honest ended up here by closing my eyes and putting my finger on the map."
“It seems that the lord guided you to our town and to our church Rachel.”
Batard doubted that his Lord was any that Rachel had worshiped in the past. A smile bowed his lips as the gorgeous young beauty apologized, "And I'm rambling, sorry about that. Oh, and one more small confession, I have no idea what kind of church you're the Reverend of, I was walking around and don't be mad, but I just came in to sit for a bit."
“Rachel it seems your steps were guided once more……..” Rev. Batard’s voice became more serious yet maintained its warm friendliness. “We are a nondenominational church. “We believe that a believer’s show their faith by love. We do not believe in putting stumbling blocks in their way.” Rev. Batard paused for a moment his steel blue eyes holding her soft eyes in his gaze. “Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.” With those simple words young Rachel Abrams’s seduction began in earnest.
The reverend took both of Rachel’s hands in his as he sat down, not across from the stunning young woman but next to her, as if they had know each other for years. “So, Rachel tell me about yourself and do you have any questions for me?”
"Well not much to say, I'm single, was engaged to be married, but that fell through."
The pain of her failed engagement was evident as Rachels soft trusting eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I moved here about a month ago, kind of a new start for me. My dad passed away a year ago, and my mother and I just couldn't...."
Perfect Batard thought, her heart ache of a failed engagement, plus the recent loss of her father, she was vulnerable, ready for the plucking. The reverent already thinking of ways to seduce this young beauty and get her out of her clothes. He longed to see the trusting young beauty naked, to enjoying stripping away each layer of her innocence.
He hugged Rachel to him, he loved the feel of her young body pressed to his as he hugged Rachel. “I am so sorry for your lost.” He took both of her hands in his again as Rachel continued telling her life story.
"Well, I decided might be time to move out, and when I thought about it. I decided to find a whole new town to live in. To be honest ended up here by closing my eyes and putting my finger on the map."
“It seems that the lord guided you to our town and to our church Rachel.”
Batard doubted that his Lord was any that Rachel had worshiped in the past. A smile bowed his lips as the gorgeous young beauty apologized, "And I'm rambling, sorry about that. Oh, and one more small confession, I have no idea what kind of church you're the Reverend of, I was walking around and don't be mad, but I just came in to sit for a bit."
“Rachel it seems your steps were guided once more……..” Rev. Batard’s voice became more serious yet maintained its warm friendliness. “We are a nondenominational church. “We believe that a believer’s show their faith by love. We do not believe in putting stumbling blocks in their way.” Rev. Batard paused for a moment his steel blue eyes holding her soft eyes in his gaze. “Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.” With those simple words young Rachel Abrams’s seduction began in earnest.
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I am so sorry for your lost.”
Those simple words accompanied by a warm hug, made me tear up again. I sit down, almost wishing he'd continue holding me, his body nice, warmth is what I feel in his hand and his hugs. I can see why the women are not the ones stepping away from his hugs.
"My dad and I were very close, his death hit our family hard, although it brought to light a situation that before then I was not aware of, and hurt me to the core, I never stopped loving him"
Sitting in my chair looking into the Reverends eyes, my hands captured in his, captured basically swallowed in his hands. But feeling safe and warm in them, not picking up anything wrong. Just a man a Reverend, so a man of god. Holding my hands in his warm ones. Making me feel I'm the only one in the room with him.
“It seems that the lord guided you to our town and to our church Rachel.”
When he say's that his hands tighten a bit.
I smile softly
"That sounds like something my mom would say Reverend, she tried to get me to believe that so hard. I was raised catholic, I just couldn't understand the devotion so many have. For me, honestly it was ok, can we go home now"
"Course I was young then"
“Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.”
“We believe that a believer’s show their faith by love. We do not believe in putting stumbling blocks in their way.”
"Show their faith by love? That's a beautiful thing to say, but love as I've found can be fleeting if one doesn't live up to the other persons uhmm expectations or ..."
“Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.”
A simple invite to come back here. But a gathering, implies many people, people I don't know.
"Thank you Reverend, I will think about it, to be honest though I'm not good in uhmm socializing. Believe it or not, I'm terribly shy, can't imagine how it is I'm talking to you this much"
Taking a deep breath
"Ok, new start right?? This is how I start anew. What time?"
Those simple words accompanied by a warm hug, made me tear up again. I sit down, almost wishing he'd continue holding me, his body nice, warmth is what I feel in his hand and his hugs. I can see why the women are not the ones stepping away from his hugs.
"My dad and I were very close, his death hit our family hard, although it brought to light a situation that before then I was not aware of, and hurt me to the core, I never stopped loving him"
Sitting in my chair looking into the Reverends eyes, my hands captured in his, captured basically swallowed in his hands. But feeling safe and warm in them, not picking up anything wrong. Just a man a Reverend, so a man of god. Holding my hands in his warm ones. Making me feel I'm the only one in the room with him.
“It seems that the lord guided you to our town and to our church Rachel.”
When he say's that his hands tighten a bit.
I smile softly
"That sounds like something my mom would say Reverend, she tried to get me to believe that so hard. I was raised catholic, I just couldn't understand the devotion so many have. For me, honestly it was ok, can we go home now"
"Course I was young then"
“Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.”
“We believe that a believer’s show their faith by love. We do not believe in putting stumbling blocks in their way.”
"Show their faith by love? That's a beautiful thing to say, but love as I've found can be fleeting if one doesn't live up to the other persons uhmm expectations or ..."
“Besides Sunday services we have a fellowship gathering on Wednesday evening please come and join us Rachel.”
A simple invite to come back here. But a gathering, implies many people, people I don't know.
"Thank you Reverend, I will think about it, to be honest though I'm not good in uhmm socializing. Believe it or not, I'm terribly shy, can't imagine how it is I'm talking to you this much"
Taking a deep breath
"Ok, new start right?? This is how I start anew. What time?"
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Jean Batard watched as Rachel took a deep breath. She hesitated just a moment before giving her answer, after all this was a new town and a new start for her.
"Ok, new start right?? What time?"
“Eight o’clock Rachel. Nothing fancy or formal just folks getting together for faith and fellowship…….” Rev, Jean leaned over, kissed Rachel’s cheek, then his lips pressed to hers in a fleeting kiss. It was so quick and tender that it would leave the young dark haired beauty to wonder if she had really been kissed. “…….Great Rachel we will see you Wednesday at eight.” Rachel was left to relive her welcoming experiences with Reverend Batard and his Sunday service, a mixture that true faith was love, failure to love was damnation.
The week dragged on thru Monday and Tuesday. It seemed that Wednesday pasted agonizingly slow till at last it was 7:30. Batard wondered if shy little Rachel was going to come or not. Yet with the sorrow of her father’s death, she may just be looking for an older man, a new father, one that would show young Rachel that he would Love her.
Batard heard the doorbell, none of his faithful would ring the bell it must be Rachel at least he hoped so for he intended to Love her before the night was over.
"Ok, new start right?? What time?"
“Eight o’clock Rachel. Nothing fancy or formal just folks getting together for faith and fellowship…….” Rev, Jean leaned over, kissed Rachel’s cheek, then his lips pressed to hers in a fleeting kiss. It was so quick and tender that it would leave the young dark haired beauty to wonder if she had really been kissed. “…….Great Rachel we will see you Wednesday at eight.” Rachel was left to relive her welcoming experiences with Reverend Batard and his Sunday service, a mixture that true faith was love, failure to love was damnation.
The week dragged on thru Monday and Tuesday. It seemed that Wednesday pasted agonizingly slow till at last it was 7:30. Batard wondered if shy little Rachel was going to come or not. Yet with the sorrow of her father’s death, she may just be looking for an older man, a new father, one that would show young Rachel that he would Love her.
Batard heard the doorbell, none of his faithful would ring the bell it must be Rachel at least he hoped so for he intended to Love her before the night was over.
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“Eight o’clock Rachel. Nothing fancy or formal just folks getting together for faith and fellowship…….” Rev, Jean leaned over, kissed Rachel’s cheek, then his lips pressed to hers in a fleeting kiss. It was so quick and tender that it would leave the young dark haired beauty to wonder if she had really been kissed. “…….Great Rachel we will see you Wednesday at eight.”
I had stayed for another cup of coffee sitting still alone thinking over what just happened. I'd never met a man let alone a Reverend that seemed to look into my soul as the Reverend did. The hug and kiss and yes it was a kiss when he went to mingle kept playing over in my mind. I realized he was the first man to kiss me, since well even a while before my fiancé and I ended our relationship.
Walking out and back to my apartment, that I was just beginning to feel like it was home for me. Going back and forth in my mind as to whether or not I'd even go back to the Wednesday gathering.
The week went slowly I did a lot of walking around the neighborhood, avoiding his church, not wanting to be seen by him?? But at the same time hoping to see him. Finding myself in a small clothing store and without admitting why, buying a new dress, a nice one just a hint of cleavage showing, not like I have much to show but I don't know maybe????
I hadn't even decided to go until I found myself ringing his doorbell at 7:55pm on Wednesday wearing my new dress. Hearing footstep coming up and almost ready to run away when the door opens, and the Reverand is standing there.
"Uhmmm Hi, I hope I'm not too early"
I had stayed for another cup of coffee sitting still alone thinking over what just happened. I'd never met a man let alone a Reverend that seemed to look into my soul as the Reverend did. The hug and kiss and yes it was a kiss when he went to mingle kept playing over in my mind. I realized he was the first man to kiss me, since well even a while before my fiancé and I ended our relationship.
Walking out and back to my apartment, that I was just beginning to feel like it was home for me. Going back and forth in my mind as to whether or not I'd even go back to the Wednesday gathering.
The week went slowly I did a lot of walking around the neighborhood, avoiding his church, not wanting to be seen by him?? But at the same time hoping to see him. Finding myself in a small clothing store and without admitting why, buying a new dress, a nice one just a hint of cleavage showing, not like I have much to show but I don't know maybe????
I hadn't even decided to go until I found myself ringing his doorbell at 7:55pm on Wednesday wearing my new dress. Hearing footstep coming up and almost ready to run away when the door opens, and the Reverand is standing there.
"Uhmmm Hi, I hope I'm not too early"
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She was such a shy and nervous young thing. Jean had seen her on several occasions during the week. She would just come in view of the church and parsonage then quickly turn on her heel and scamper away like a scared little kitten. Everything about Rachel screamed innocence and naivety. She had said she had been engaged. Jean wondered if she had kept their relationship plutonic, sexless. Could that be the reason that he had strayed, and Rachel broke their engagement off? And what of her father his death her closeness to him, was there something there?
He would have to take it slow but then Jean Batard was a master of seduction and Miss Rachel Abrams was the prize he had set his cap for. He would have to strip away each layer of her naïve innocence. He would have to make her want to fall from grace, perhaps even beg him to take her, to use her so she could show her deep Love and faith in him.
"Uhmmm Hi, I hope I'm not too early."
“No not at all Rachel.”
Rev, Batard hugged Rachel, she rested in his arms, his warmth surrounded her, his scent filled her nostrils. Batard kissed Rachel in welcoming. This time there was no doubt that he had kissed her. It was a tender kiss, yet it also was a slow and sensual kiss. Batard slowly broke the kiss, his lips clinging to hers till the last possible moment.
“Welcome I am so glade you could come Rachel.”
“Can I get you something to drink? We have soft drinks, cider, and tea or coffee if you prefer. You’re the first to arrive Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
Rachel was guileless when talking about herself and her past. Batard could almost taste the girl’s innocence. “Is there anything more you want to know about me Rachel?”
He would have to take it slow but then Jean Batard was a master of seduction and Miss Rachel Abrams was the prize he had set his cap for. He would have to strip away each layer of her naïve innocence. He would have to make her want to fall from grace, perhaps even beg him to take her, to use her so she could show her deep Love and faith in him.
"Uhmmm Hi, I hope I'm not too early."
“No not at all Rachel.”
Rev, Batard hugged Rachel, she rested in his arms, his warmth surrounded her, his scent filled her nostrils. Batard kissed Rachel in welcoming. This time there was no doubt that he had kissed her. It was a tender kiss, yet it also was a slow and sensual kiss. Batard slowly broke the kiss, his lips clinging to hers till the last possible moment.
“Welcome I am so glade you could come Rachel.”
“Can I get you something to drink? We have soft drinks, cider, and tea or coffee if you prefer. You’re the first to arrive Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
Rachel was guileless when talking about herself and her past. Batard could almost taste the girl’s innocence. “Is there anything more you want to know about me Rachel?”
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“No not at all Rachel.”
"Good!!! To be honest wasn't sure I was coming"
Rev, Batard hugged Rachel, she rested in his arms, his warmth surrounded her, his scent filled her nostrils. Batard kissed Rachel in welcoming. This time there was no doubt that he had kissed her. It was a tender kiss, yet it also was a slow and sensual kiss. Batard slowly broke the kiss, his lips clinging to hers till the last possible moment.
The hug and kiss surprise me, my family was not big on hugging so at first I was stiff in his hug, but he held me until I relaxed a bit. Crushed against his broad chest. Once I did, he gave me a smile and a kiss. It was a proper kiss, lips warm against mine, nothing really out of place but something there anyways I found my heart beating faster. I was sorry when he ended it, my lips straining for a last touch of his.
“Can I get you something to drink? We have soft drinks, cider, and tea or coffee if you prefer. You’re the first to arrive Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
"Maybe some cider if you have some"
Sitting on the couch, looking around the room.
"This is very nice, warm and inviting. I see plenty of room for people to sit."
"I'm the first to arrive? How many are coming"
My heart starting to beat faster as I think about having to talk to a lot of new people, men, women. Hopefully will be a small group.
"More about me? Well one thing I failed to mention the other day is that I was adopted, my dad used to travel a lot to China for his job. According to the story he told my mom and sisters, and me is that he was friends with my biological parents, but they were killed in a robbery. To keep me from going into an orphanage there he convinced my mom to adopt me. I have no memory of my parents as I was an infant at the time. My mom never knew them either."
Thinking back to growing up, being so physically different from my parents and siblings life was not always good for me.
"My mom decided that I should grow up Catholic, like them with zero Asian influence, as a result I don't speak any language but English only eat American food. I did starting in my teens have some Asian friends and they introduced me to Asian food. Which I like, but ohhh I don't know, it's different you know? I even managed to learn how to use chopsticks, but will warn you makes them laugh when I do"
Taking a sip of my drink
"I've always felt like I don't belong, I don't belong to white people my sisters have golden hair, bigger uhmmm never mind, when I'm with my Asian friends I can't understand a word they're saying so don't feel comfortable. Always someone looking in, never on the inside looking out"
"Sorry just rambling again. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop talking."
"How long have you been a Reverend? Are you married? Can you Marry?"
"Good!!! To be honest wasn't sure I was coming"
Rev, Batard hugged Rachel, she rested in his arms, his warmth surrounded her, his scent filled her nostrils. Batard kissed Rachel in welcoming. This time there was no doubt that he had kissed her. It was a tender kiss, yet it also was a slow and sensual kiss. Batard slowly broke the kiss, his lips clinging to hers till the last possible moment.
The hug and kiss surprise me, my family was not big on hugging so at first I was stiff in his hug, but he held me until I relaxed a bit. Crushed against his broad chest. Once I did, he gave me a smile and a kiss. It was a proper kiss, lips warm against mine, nothing really out of place but something there anyways I found my heart beating faster. I was sorry when he ended it, my lips straining for a last touch of his.
“Can I get you something to drink? We have soft drinks, cider, and tea or coffee if you prefer. You’re the first to arrive Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
"Maybe some cider if you have some"
Sitting on the couch, looking around the room.
"This is very nice, warm and inviting. I see plenty of room for people to sit."
"I'm the first to arrive? How many are coming"
My heart starting to beat faster as I think about having to talk to a lot of new people, men, women. Hopefully will be a small group.
"More about me? Well one thing I failed to mention the other day is that I was adopted, my dad used to travel a lot to China for his job. According to the story he told my mom and sisters, and me is that he was friends with my biological parents, but they were killed in a robbery. To keep me from going into an orphanage there he convinced my mom to adopt me. I have no memory of my parents as I was an infant at the time. My mom never knew them either."
Thinking back to growing up, being so physically different from my parents and siblings life was not always good for me.
"My mom decided that I should grow up Catholic, like them with zero Asian influence, as a result I don't speak any language but English only eat American food. I did starting in my teens have some Asian friends and they introduced me to Asian food. Which I like, but ohhh I don't know, it's different you know? I even managed to learn how to use chopsticks, but will warn you makes them laugh when I do"
Taking a sip of my drink
"I've always felt like I don't belong, I don't belong to white people my sisters have golden hair, bigger uhmmm never mind, when I'm with my Asian friends I can't understand a word they're saying so don't feel comfortable. Always someone looking in, never on the inside looking out"
"Sorry just rambling again. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop talking."
"How long have you been a Reverend? Are you married? Can you Marry?"
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Jean Batard was pleased that Rachel did not pull away when he had kissed her. Her lips were soft and also clung to his till the last possible moment. At first Rachel was stiff but slowly began to relax in his arms. It would be so easy to push this naïve young innocent beauty. They were alone he could take her, use her, yet he reminded himself that patience brought grater rewards in the end.
Batard was pleased that Rachel had gone to some lengths to wear a more daring dress then she had on Sunday. It was a nice one just a hint of cleavage showing, just a hint of the firm roundness of her breasts.
"Maybe some cider if you have some"
Sitting on the couch, looking around the room.
"This is very nice, warm and inviting. I see plenty of room for people to sit."
Jean Batard brought Rachel the cider she had asked for. “Why thank you Rachel.” He smiled as he took a seat by her. “Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
Reverend Batard was siting side ways so he could face the lovely young dark haired Asian beauty.
"More about me? Well one thing I failed to mention the other day is that I was adopted, my dad used to travel a lot to China for his job. According to the story he told my mom and sisters, and me is that he was friends with my biological parents, but they were killed in a robbery. To keep me from going into an orphanage there he convinced my mom to adopt me. I have no memory of my parents as I was an infant at the time. My mom never knew them either."
So, this young beauty was adopted and felt she neither fit in with her American parents, or with her Asian friends. Rachel was alone and isolated. A young beauty oh so ripe for the picking. All she needed was to feel safe and accepted and he was just the man to accept her into his church and his bed. The next words out of her mouth confirmed what he had already guested.
"My mom decided that I should grow up Catholic, like them with zero Asian influence, as a result I don't speak any language but English only eat American food. I did starting in my teens have some Asian friends and they introduced me to Asian food. Which I like, but ohhh I don't know, it's different you know? I even managed to learn how to use chopsticks, but will warn you makes them laugh when I do"
“Oh, I am sure you would be the one laughing Rachel if you saw me and chopsticks.” Batard leaned over and hugged the young girl. He let her rest in his arms and he kissed Rachel again. This time he would let Rachel break their kiss. If she didn’t break their kiss he would let it linger and deepen.
Finally, their lips parted and Rachel confessed, "I've always felt like I don't belong, I don't belong to white people. My sisters have golden hair, bigger uhmmm never mind, when I'm with my Asian friends I can't understand a word they're saying so don't feel comfortable. Always someone looking in, never on the inside looking out."
Rev. Batard saw that Rachel was concerned that her breasts where not as full as her sisters. Jean coughed and shyly looked away. “You Rachel have nothing to be ashamed of.” Batard could see that the young beauty blushed several shade of crimson as she realized that the reverend had guessed what she had been alluding to.
"How long have you been a Reverend? Are you married? Can you Marry?"
“Rachel no I am not married. My calling to the church has been the center of my life for the last thirty years. Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
He wondered if he had gone to far. Yet she had so interested in him and her questions were probing.
Batard was pleased that Rachel had gone to some lengths to wear a more daring dress then she had on Sunday. It was a nice one just a hint of cleavage showing, just a hint of the firm roundness of her breasts.
"Maybe some cider if you have some"
Sitting on the couch, looking around the room.
"This is very nice, warm and inviting. I see plenty of room for people to sit."
Jean Batard brought Rachel the cider she had asked for. “Why thank you Rachel.” He smiled as he took a seat by her. “Rachel shall we continue our discussion from Sunday I am anxious to get to know you better young lady.”
Reverend Batard was siting side ways so he could face the lovely young dark haired Asian beauty.
"More about me? Well one thing I failed to mention the other day is that I was adopted, my dad used to travel a lot to China for his job. According to the story he told my mom and sisters, and me is that he was friends with my biological parents, but they were killed in a robbery. To keep me from going into an orphanage there he convinced my mom to adopt me. I have no memory of my parents as I was an infant at the time. My mom never knew them either."
So, this young beauty was adopted and felt she neither fit in with her American parents, or with her Asian friends. Rachel was alone and isolated. A young beauty oh so ripe for the picking. All she needed was to feel safe and accepted and he was just the man to accept her into his church and his bed. The next words out of her mouth confirmed what he had already guested.
"My mom decided that I should grow up Catholic, like them with zero Asian influence, as a result I don't speak any language but English only eat American food. I did starting in my teens have some Asian friends and they introduced me to Asian food. Which I like, but ohhh I don't know, it's different you know? I even managed to learn how to use chopsticks, but will warn you makes them laugh when I do"
“Oh, I am sure you would be the one laughing Rachel if you saw me and chopsticks.” Batard leaned over and hugged the young girl. He let her rest in his arms and he kissed Rachel again. This time he would let Rachel break their kiss. If she didn’t break their kiss he would let it linger and deepen.
Finally, their lips parted and Rachel confessed, "I've always felt like I don't belong, I don't belong to white people. My sisters have golden hair, bigger uhmmm never mind, when I'm with my Asian friends I can't understand a word they're saying so don't feel comfortable. Always someone looking in, never on the inside looking out."
Rev. Batard saw that Rachel was concerned that her breasts where not as full as her sisters. Jean coughed and shyly looked away. “You Rachel have nothing to be ashamed of.” Batard could see that the young beauty blushed several shade of crimson as she realized that the reverend had guessed what she had been alluding to.
"How long have you been a Reverend? Are you married? Can you Marry?"
“Rachel no I am not married. My calling to the church has been the center of my life for the last thirty years. Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
He wondered if he had gone to far. Yet she had so interested in him and her questions were probing.
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“Oh, I am sure you would be the one laughing Rachel if you saw me and chopsticks.” Batard leaned over and hugged the young girl. He let her rest in his arms and he kissed Rachel again. This time he would let Rachel break their kiss. If she didn’t break their kiss he would let it linger and deepen.
The 2nd hug and kiss caught me by surprise. The feel of his arm around me, his lips against mine. A warm comforting kiss. Proper no tongue, but a heat behind it. After a minute I pull back, seeing the disappointment in his eyes, makes my heart skip a beat.
"Sorry Reverend, being hugged and kissed is something that I'm really not used too. At home there wasn't much of that, if any only from my dad when we were alone. Mom had a thing about it, I don't know"
Rev. Batard saw that Rachel was concerned that her breasts where not as full as her sisters. Jean coughed and shyly looked away. “You Rachel have nothing to be ashamed of.” Batard could see that the young beauty blushed several shade of crimson as she realized that the reverend had guessed what she had been alluding to.
When I realize that not only did the Rev. understood what I almost said, I saw his eyes on my top, knowing I do have so cleavage showing, then when he tells me I have nothing to be ashamed, I feel ashamed, but also excited at the same time.
"Thank you Reverend, I'm I guess very insecure about myself that way."
In response to my question about you and marriage
“Rachel no I am not married. My calling to the church has been the center of my life for the last thirty years. Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
That's admirable Reverend, my understanding is not many make the church the center of their life. And you're not that old!!!! You're still a good looking man.
Looking around at anything but the Reverend.
"What time will the others be coming Reverend? It's after 8:00"
The 2nd hug and kiss caught me by surprise. The feel of his arm around me, his lips against mine. A warm comforting kiss. Proper no tongue, but a heat behind it. After a minute I pull back, seeing the disappointment in his eyes, makes my heart skip a beat.
"Sorry Reverend, being hugged and kissed is something that I'm really not used too. At home there wasn't much of that, if any only from my dad when we were alone. Mom had a thing about it, I don't know"
Rev. Batard saw that Rachel was concerned that her breasts where not as full as her sisters. Jean coughed and shyly looked away. “You Rachel have nothing to be ashamed of.” Batard could see that the young beauty blushed several shade of crimson as she realized that the reverend had guessed what she had been alluding to.
When I realize that not only did the Rev. understood what I almost said, I saw his eyes on my top, knowing I do have so cleavage showing, then when he tells me I have nothing to be ashamed, I feel ashamed, but also excited at the same time.
"Thank you Reverend, I'm I guess very insecure about myself that way."
In response to my question about you and marriage
“Rachel no I am not married. My calling to the church has been the center of my life for the last thirty years. Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
That's admirable Reverend, my understanding is not many make the church the center of their life. And you're not that old!!!! You're still a good looking man.
Looking around at anything but the Reverend.
"What time will the others be coming Reverend? It's after 8:00"
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Their conversation had revealed several interesting facts about Rachel. She was shy and doubted herself, she was not used to being hugged and kissed, yet she had lingered for several moments in the warmth of his kiss before pulling away. It was clear to Batard that this lovely young creature longed for physical contact yet at the same time she feared it. One thing that stood out to him was that her step father had been the only one to hug her, but when her step mother was not around. Batard wondered what else her step father did?
He told Rachel that he was not married. That his calling to the church had been the center of his life for the last thirty years. “Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
“That's admirable Reverend, my understanding is not many make the church the center of their life. And you're not that old!!!! You're still a good looking man.”
So being much older than her did not bother Rachel. Now what did her step father really do to her that she seemed attracted to older men? Reverend Batard noticed the deep sensual blush that kissed young Rachel’s cheeks as she looked around at anything but him.
"What time will the others be coming Reverend? It's after 8:00"
As if to answer Rachel’s, the door opened and two couples entered. “Reverend Batard we almost called to say we would not make it. The weather turned bad, half way here I could hardly see the road through the driving rain. I doubt many will make the fellowship gathering.”
“There is coffee in the kitchen get a cup and drive the cold from your body and soul.” Batard then turned to Rachel. “ Please stay Rachel I feel a bit awkward when I am surrounded with couples and I am the odd duck out.”
The fellowship meeting, those small was lively. Rev. Batard asked how they showed their love? The majority of the answers he got were quite common, acts of charity, and compassion yet some of the answers were quite risqué and revolved around their sexual life and how to put their partners pleasure first. Batard noticed that sensual blush of Rachel, that showed her sweet innocence.
It was 9:30 when the beating rain and howling wind had the two couples make their apologies and that they better head for home. After they had left Batard turned to Rachel. “Would you give me a hand and help me clean up? It will give us a chance to chat some more.”
Batard knew that as they cleaned the parsonage’s common room up, the storm would grow worst. “So, you were taking about your step parents, you said that they, with the exception of your step father did not hug or kiss you? How did they show their love for you?”
Batard was anxious to hear her answers.
He told Rachel that he was not married. That his calling to the church had been the center of his life for the last thirty years. “Now who would have an old man like me Rachel.”
“That's admirable Reverend, my understanding is not many make the church the center of their life. And you're not that old!!!! You're still a good looking man.”
So being much older than her did not bother Rachel. Now what did her step father really do to her that she seemed attracted to older men? Reverend Batard noticed the deep sensual blush that kissed young Rachel’s cheeks as she looked around at anything but him.
"What time will the others be coming Reverend? It's after 8:00"
As if to answer Rachel’s, the door opened and two couples entered. “Reverend Batard we almost called to say we would not make it. The weather turned bad, half way here I could hardly see the road through the driving rain. I doubt many will make the fellowship gathering.”
“There is coffee in the kitchen get a cup and drive the cold from your body and soul.” Batard then turned to Rachel. “ Please stay Rachel I feel a bit awkward when I am surrounded with couples and I am the odd duck out.”
The fellowship meeting, those small was lively. Rev. Batard asked how they showed their love? The majority of the answers he got were quite common, acts of charity, and compassion yet some of the answers were quite risqué and revolved around their sexual life and how to put their partners pleasure first. Batard noticed that sensual blush of Rachel, that showed her sweet innocence.
It was 9:30 when the beating rain and howling wind had the two couples make their apologies and that they better head for home. After they had left Batard turned to Rachel. “Would you give me a hand and help me clean up? It will give us a chance to chat some more.”
Batard knew that as they cleaned the parsonage’s common room up, the storm would grow worst. “So, you were taking about your step parents, you said that they, with the exception of your step father did not hug or kiss you? How did they show their love for you?”
Batard was anxious to hear her answers.
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As if to answer Rachel’s, the door opened and two couples entered. “Reverend Batard we almost called to say we would not make it. The weather turned bad, half way here I could hardly see the road through the driving rain. I doubt many will make the fellowship gathering.”
When I hear that it's raining and now that I'm listening I can hear it coming down. Gives me pause, I walked here tonight and didn't even bring a jacket. Oh well I'll figure something out I guess.
I find that I'm actually enjoying the meeting, everyone welcomes me into the group with a hug. Both the men and the women. The Reverend leads the meeting, but really just general guiding as they talk and explain things. To me as well as each other.
The fellowship meeting, those small was lively. Rev. Batard asked how they showed their love? The majority of the answers he got were quite common, acts of charity, and compassion yet some of the answers were quite risqué and revolved around their sexual life and how to put their partners pleasure first. Batard noticed that sensual blush of Rachel, that showed her sweet innocence.
I am totally not used to some of the more risqué comments, especially around or as part of a religious gathering. My blushing gets more then one amused glance at me, but in a laughing with me, not at me way.
When the others leave, I'm tempted to ask for a ride, but the Reverend asked me to stay and help clean up. Normally I would have offered, but he beat me to it. As there are just some coffee cups and small plates for the snacks we had. The clean up only takes a few minutes. It was nice and homey to move around your place. Picking up and washing the cups and plates.
When he asks
“So, you were taking about your step parents, you said that they, with the exception of your step father did not hug or kiss you? How did they show their love for you?”
"I guess by giving me a home to grow up in, a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear. They treated me about the same as my sisters. To be honest while I felt different and was different, I was also part of the family. Confusing???"
"They weren't expressive about feelings. Few hugs for my sisters. My dad hugged us girls a lot more then mom did. But I never felt that Mom didn't like me, at least not till the end"
Looking out your front window at the rain coming down.
"It's really coming down, do you think it will end soon?"
When I hear that it's raining and now that I'm listening I can hear it coming down. Gives me pause, I walked here tonight and didn't even bring a jacket. Oh well I'll figure something out I guess.
I find that I'm actually enjoying the meeting, everyone welcomes me into the group with a hug. Both the men and the women. The Reverend leads the meeting, but really just general guiding as they talk and explain things. To me as well as each other.
The fellowship meeting, those small was lively. Rev. Batard asked how they showed their love? The majority of the answers he got were quite common, acts of charity, and compassion yet some of the answers were quite risqué and revolved around their sexual life and how to put their partners pleasure first. Batard noticed that sensual blush of Rachel, that showed her sweet innocence.
I am totally not used to some of the more risqué comments, especially around or as part of a religious gathering. My blushing gets more then one amused glance at me, but in a laughing with me, not at me way.
When the others leave, I'm tempted to ask for a ride, but the Reverend asked me to stay and help clean up. Normally I would have offered, but he beat me to it. As there are just some coffee cups and small plates for the snacks we had. The clean up only takes a few minutes. It was nice and homey to move around your place. Picking up and washing the cups and plates.
When he asks
“So, you were taking about your step parents, you said that they, with the exception of your step father did not hug or kiss you? How did they show their love for you?”
"I guess by giving me a home to grow up in, a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear. They treated me about the same as my sisters. To be honest while I felt different and was different, I was also part of the family. Confusing???"
"They weren't expressive about feelings. Few hugs for my sisters. My dad hugged us girls a lot more then mom did. But I never felt that Mom didn't like me, at least not till the end"
Looking out your front window at the rain coming down.
"It's really coming down, do you think it will end soon?"
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The fellowship meeting, those small was lively. Rev. Batard asked how they showed their love? The majority of the answers he got were quite common, acts of charity, and compassion yet some of the answers were quite risqué and revolved around their sexual life and how to put their partners pleasure first. Batard noticed that sensual blush of Rachel, that showed her sweet innocence.
It was obvious that Rachel was totally not used to some of the more risqué comments, especially around or as part of a religious gathering. Her blushing gets more than one amused glance at her, but in a laughing with me, not at me way.
As the fellowship meeting progressed Batard could see Rachel visibly relax, though her blushing was adorable and noticed by all the group. I was sure that they too would like to sample Rachel’s sweet sexual charms. All in good time but only after I had sampled her sweet innocent charms first.
When the others leave, I could see Rachel was tempted to ask for a ride, but she was caught as I had asked her to stay and help clean up. The clean up only took a couple of moments yet it gave me the opportunity to chat more with Rachel. “So, you were taking about your step parents.”
"I guess by giving me a home to grow up in, a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear. They treated me about the same as my sisters. To be honest while I felt different and was different, I was also part of the family. Confusing???"
"They weren't expressive about feelings. Few hugs for my sisters. My dad hugged us girls a lot more then mom did. But I never felt that Mom didn't like me, at least not till the end"
As Rachel spoke she looking out your front window at the rain coming down. Yet there was something about her stepfather. She said he hugged the girls a lot, could he have done more? Slowly Rachel shook her head as if trying to clear it.
"It's really coming down, do you think it will end soon?"
No Rachel I think we are in for a real blow. You can’t go home dressed as you are you don’t even have a jacket. Your welcome to stay in the guest room its not much just a bed, it was Batard’s turn to blush, well more a cot and a wardrobe.
He wanted to know more about Rachel and her stepfather. Well, it sounds at least that your stepfather showed you some affection Rachel.
You said Confusing how Rachel?
It was obvious that Rachel was totally not used to some of the more risqué comments, especially around or as part of a religious gathering. Her blushing gets more than one amused glance at her, but in a laughing with me, not at me way.
As the fellowship meeting progressed Batard could see Rachel visibly relax, though her blushing was adorable and noticed by all the group. I was sure that they too would like to sample Rachel’s sweet sexual charms. All in good time but only after I had sampled her sweet innocent charms first.
When the others leave, I could see Rachel was tempted to ask for a ride, but she was caught as I had asked her to stay and help clean up. The clean up only took a couple of moments yet it gave me the opportunity to chat more with Rachel. “So, you were taking about your step parents.”
"I guess by giving me a home to grow up in, a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear. They treated me about the same as my sisters. To be honest while I felt different and was different, I was also part of the family. Confusing???"
"They weren't expressive about feelings. Few hugs for my sisters. My dad hugged us girls a lot more then mom did. But I never felt that Mom didn't like me, at least not till the end"
As Rachel spoke she looking out your front window at the rain coming down. Yet there was something about her stepfather. She said he hugged the girls a lot, could he have done more? Slowly Rachel shook her head as if trying to clear it.
"It's really coming down, do you think it will end soon?"
No Rachel I think we are in for a real blow. You can’t go home dressed as you are you don’t even have a jacket. Your welcome to stay in the guest room its not much just a bed, it was Batard’s turn to blush, well more a cot and a wardrobe.
He wanted to know more about Rachel and her stepfather. Well, it sounds at least that your stepfather showed you some affection Rachel.
You said Confusing how Rachel?
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No Rachel I think we are in for a real blow. You can’t go home dressed as you are you don’t even have a jacket. Your welcome to stay in the guest room its not much just a bed, it was Batard’s turn to blush, well more a cot and a wardrobe.
I'm surprised by the invite to spend the night. I guess this is what you preach at church when you talk about sharing the love?
"I don't know Reverend, I mean I don't have anything to wear, I can't impose. Maybe borrow an umbrella? My place is just a few blocks away? Ohh god, why didn't check the weather"
"Are you sure it'd be ok? What would your neighbors think?"
taking a breath you ask another question
You said Confusing how Rachel?
Well you're obviously a loving type of person. lots of hugs even kisses. I knew growing up that other people enjoyed that with their families. Talking to classmates. I thought for the longest time, that it was because I was Asian it wasn't in the house, I KNOW, that makes no sense, but remember I was like 5 or 6 at the time. The dark slanty eyed girl in a house full of blue eyed blondes. I honestly often wondered if it was because of me, something I'd done or not done and should have. I guess I should have said I grew up confused"
"Sometimes used to think everyone would have been happier if Dad left me in the orphanage over there. At least I'd know what I was."
Stopping to blink back tears. God I'm going to end up crying on his couch!!!! I need a drink.
Stopping to address your other question or comment really.
Well, it sounds at least that your stepfather showed you some affection Rachel.
"Yes Dad showed more affection to me and my sisters. You kind of remind me of him really. Always there to give a hug, a kiss goodnight. Although I learned quick that it wasn't going to happen around mom"
"It's funny you mentioned him as my stepfather, but to me he was always my dad, or daddy. Father when I was mad at him"
Thinking for a moment, deciding not to share more then that about him or us really.
"Life is funny how things work out, I've told and shared more with you since I first walked into your church to rest my feet, then I can remember with anyone"
"Thank you for that"
I'm surprised by the invite to spend the night. I guess this is what you preach at church when you talk about sharing the love?
"I don't know Reverend, I mean I don't have anything to wear, I can't impose. Maybe borrow an umbrella? My place is just a few blocks away? Ohh god, why didn't check the weather"
"Are you sure it'd be ok? What would your neighbors think?"
taking a breath you ask another question
You said Confusing how Rachel?
Well you're obviously a loving type of person. lots of hugs even kisses. I knew growing up that other people enjoyed that with their families. Talking to classmates. I thought for the longest time, that it was because I was Asian it wasn't in the house, I KNOW, that makes no sense, but remember I was like 5 or 6 at the time. The dark slanty eyed girl in a house full of blue eyed blondes. I honestly often wondered if it was because of me, something I'd done or not done and should have. I guess I should have said I grew up confused"
"Sometimes used to think everyone would have been happier if Dad left me in the orphanage over there. At least I'd know what I was."
Stopping to blink back tears. God I'm going to end up crying on his couch!!!! I need a drink.
Stopping to address your other question or comment really.
Well, it sounds at least that your stepfather showed you some affection Rachel.
"Yes Dad showed more affection to me and my sisters. You kind of remind me of him really. Always there to give a hug, a kiss goodnight. Although I learned quick that it wasn't going to happen around mom"
"It's funny you mentioned him as my stepfather, but to me he was always my dad, or daddy. Father when I was mad at him"
Thinking for a moment, deciding not to share more then that about him or us really.
"Life is funny how things work out, I've told and shared more with you since I first walked into your church to rest my feet, then I can remember with anyone"
"Thank you for that"
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Rachel seemed surprised by the invite to spend the night. Batard could almost read her naïve and innocent mind. “This must be what he preaches at church when he talks about sharing the love?
"I don't know Reverend, I mean I don't have anything to wear, I can't impose. Maybe borrow an umbrella? My place is just a few blocks away?”
Reverend Batard gave Rachel a stern yet concerned looked. “Rachel I could not let you go out on an evening like this. You would not get ten steps from the front door before the wind collapsed the umbrella and carried it away, then another five steps and you would be soaked to the bone.”
"Are you sure it'd be ok? What would your neighbors think?"
“They would think I gave you shelter from the storm. Rachel the matter is settled.” I asked more about Rachel’s family life when she was a child.
You're obviously a loving type of person. lots of hugs even kisses. I knew growing up that other people enjoyed that with their families. Talking to classmates. I thought for the longest time, that it was because I was Asian it wasn't in the house, I KNOW, that makes no sense, but remember I was like 5 or 6 at the time. The dark slanty eyed girl in a house full of blue eyed blondes. I honestly often wondered if it were because of me, something I'd done or not done and should have. I guess I should have said I grew up confused"
It was obvious to Batard that Rachel had been a lonely child, kept at arm’s length. Suddenly she blurted out. "Sometimes used to think everyone would have been happier if Dad left me in the orphanage over there. At least I'd know what I was."
Stopping to blink back tears. God I'm going to end up crying on his couch!!!! I need a drink.
“What can I get you Rachel some Brandy? It would be very soothing, I think it would help you rest.”
Oh, how he would love to get sweet innocent Rachel tipsy, to let her guard down and to enjoy the physical contact she obviously longed for, oh, yes and something more physical, perhaps sexual if all went well.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
I went in to the kitchen to get Rachel her drink. "Yes Dad showed more affection to me and my sisters. You kind of remind me of him really. Always there to give a hug, a kiss goodnight. It's funny you mentioned him as my stepfather, but to me he was always my dad, or daddy. Father when I was mad at him."
“He must have loved you Rachel. He adopt you, made you a part of his family. I think all he ever saw was a beautiful child, who grew into a beautiful girl Rachel.”
"Life is funny how things work out, I've told and shared more with you since I first walked into your church to rest my feet, then I can remember with anyone"
"Thank you for that"
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm. Then this terrible storm, I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
They talked for several hours more as Batard learned more about Rachel’s life. It was late when he said. “Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest. I don’t have a night gown for you but perhaps one of my pajama tops, it would be a make shift night gown.”
"I don't know Reverend, I mean I don't have anything to wear, I can't impose. Maybe borrow an umbrella? My place is just a few blocks away?”
Reverend Batard gave Rachel a stern yet concerned looked. “Rachel I could not let you go out on an evening like this. You would not get ten steps from the front door before the wind collapsed the umbrella and carried it away, then another five steps and you would be soaked to the bone.”
"Are you sure it'd be ok? What would your neighbors think?"
“They would think I gave you shelter from the storm. Rachel the matter is settled.” I asked more about Rachel’s family life when she was a child.
You're obviously a loving type of person. lots of hugs even kisses. I knew growing up that other people enjoyed that with their families. Talking to classmates. I thought for the longest time, that it was because I was Asian it wasn't in the house, I KNOW, that makes no sense, but remember I was like 5 or 6 at the time. The dark slanty eyed girl in a house full of blue eyed blondes. I honestly often wondered if it were because of me, something I'd done or not done and should have. I guess I should have said I grew up confused"
It was obvious to Batard that Rachel had been a lonely child, kept at arm’s length. Suddenly she blurted out. "Sometimes used to think everyone would have been happier if Dad left me in the orphanage over there. At least I'd know what I was."
Stopping to blink back tears. God I'm going to end up crying on his couch!!!! I need a drink.
“What can I get you Rachel some Brandy? It would be very soothing, I think it would help you rest.”
Oh, how he would love to get sweet innocent Rachel tipsy, to let her guard down and to enjoy the physical contact she obviously longed for, oh, yes and something more physical, perhaps sexual if all went well.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
I went in to the kitchen to get Rachel her drink. "Yes Dad showed more affection to me and my sisters. You kind of remind me of him really. Always there to give a hug, a kiss goodnight. It's funny you mentioned him as my stepfather, but to me he was always my dad, or daddy. Father when I was mad at him."
“He must have loved you Rachel. He adopt you, made you a part of his family. I think all he ever saw was a beautiful child, who grew into a beautiful girl Rachel.”
"Life is funny how things work out, I've told and shared more with you since I first walked into your church to rest my feet, then I can remember with anyone"
"Thank you for that"
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm. Then this terrible storm, I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
They talked for several hours more as Batard learned more about Rachel’s life. It was late when he said. “Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest. I don’t have a night gown for you but perhaps one of my pajama tops, it would be a make shift night gown.”
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“What can I get you Rachel some Brandy? It would be very soothing, I think it would help you rest.”
Did I say I needed a drink out loud??! My god, or can he read my thoughts.
Sipping the drink he brings me. It is good.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
"I've always hated how much and how easily I blush, so much for being inscrutable right?"
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm. Then this terrible storm, I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
"You truly believe this is the lords work? Leaving me stranded in one of the worse rainstorms I've seen? I guess the lord works in mysterious ways"
We talked for a couple more hours, I shared more of growing up with two older sisters, the good and the bad. My relationship with my parents, learning to deal with an emotionally distant mother. Sharing that I've never really dated.
Staying away from my failed engagement, other then to say it didn't work out. Finally after I stifled a yawn.
“Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest. I don’t have a night gown for you but perhaps one of my pajama tops, it would be a make shift night gown.”
"I guess you're right, and it won't be the first time I used a mans pajama top as a nighty. After my dad passed I grabbed his shirts and slept in them, still do if I'm being honest. That will work fine, I also need to use your bathroom? And one more imposition. Do you have a spare toothbrush"
Did I say I needed a drink out loud??! My god, or can he read my thoughts.
Sipping the drink he brings me. It is good.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
"I've always hated how much and how easily I blush, so much for being inscrutable right?"
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm. Then this terrible storm, I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
"You truly believe this is the lords work? Leaving me stranded in one of the worse rainstorms I've seen? I guess the lord works in mysterious ways"
We talked for a couple more hours, I shared more of growing up with two older sisters, the good and the bad. My relationship with my parents, learning to deal with an emotionally distant mother. Sharing that I've never really dated.
Staying away from my failed engagement, other then to say it didn't work out. Finally after I stifled a yawn.
“Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest. I don’t have a night gown for you but perhaps one of my pajama tops, it would be a make shift night gown.”
"I guess you're right, and it won't be the first time I used a mans pajama top as a nighty. After my dad passed I grabbed his shirts and slept in them, still do if I'm being honest. That will work fine, I also need to use your bathroom? And one more imposition. Do you have a spare toothbrush"
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Batard brought Rachel three fingers of brandy to get her a little tipsy and to perhaps lower her guard and loosen up this gorgeous young just a bit. The look on Rachel’s angelic face told him she was a bit shocked, did she say she needed a drink out loud??! My god, or can he read my thoughts.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
"I've always hated how much and how easily I blush, so much for being inscrutable right?"
Batard laughed a broad cheerful smile bowed his lips. “I guess you will have to chalk it up to be raised as an American Rachel.”
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm………. I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
"You truly believe this is the lords work? Leaving me stranded in one of the worse rainstorms I've seen? I guess the lord works in mysterious ways"
“Yes Rachel I do believe that my Lord work in mysterious ways.” Batard had been a loyal minister to Lord and had always helped him in seducing young innocent girls and Batard was anxious for his help in Rachel’s seduction.
They talked for a couple more hours, she shared more of growing up with two older sisters, the good and the bad. Her relationship with my parents, learning to deal with an emotionally distant mother. Sharing that she had never really dated.
Such a naïve innocent Rachel really was. He did notice two things Rachel never went in to detail of her relationship with her stepfather and stayed away from the topic of her failed engagement, other than to say it didn't work out.
Finally, she stifled a yawn.
“Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest.”
"I guess you're right, and it won't be the first time I used a man’s pajama top as a nighty.” Batards ears perked up at this, then Rachel continued. “After my dad passed I grabbed his shirts and slept in them, still do if I'm being honest.”
The good reverend wondered at the fact that she slept in her dead stepfather pajama tops, if the man’s hugs and kisses were more than plutonic.
That will work fine, I also need to use your bathroom? And one more imposition. Do you have a spare toothbrush."
“Rachel I have a new toothbrush never been used it’s yours. There is a shower connecting to the guest room. I am sure it would do you a world of good.”
Batard hugged and kissed Rachel good night before heading to his study and activating the closed circuit hidden cameras in the guest room, and shower.
Batard returned to give Rachel the pajama top and toothbrush. A good night hug and quickly back to his study to watch young Rachel.
“What you are Rachel is an attractive young lady with a bright smile and an adorable tendency to blush.”
"I've always hated how much and how easily I blush, so much for being inscrutable right?"
Batard laughed a broad cheerful smile bowed his lips. “I guess you will have to chalk it up to be raised as an American Rachel.”
“Rachel I truly believe that on that Sunday you were guided to the church. And tonight, when you arrived at 7:30. all was calm………. I can see the Lord’s hand in it.”
"You truly believe this is the lords work? Leaving me stranded in one of the worse rainstorms I've seen? I guess the lord works in mysterious ways"
“Yes Rachel I do believe that my Lord work in mysterious ways.” Batard had been a loyal minister to Lord and had always helped him in seducing young innocent girls and Batard was anxious for his help in Rachel’s seduction.
They talked for a couple more hours, she shared more of growing up with two older sisters, the good and the bad. Her relationship with my parents, learning to deal with an emotionally distant mother. Sharing that she had never really dated.
Such a naïve innocent Rachel really was. He did notice two things Rachel never went in to detail of her relationship with her stepfather and stayed away from the topic of her failed engagement, other than to say it didn't work out.
Finally, she stifled a yawn.
“Rachel you cannot sleep in your clothes, you won’t get any rest.”
"I guess you're right, and it won't be the first time I used a man’s pajama top as a nighty.” Batards ears perked up at this, then Rachel continued. “After my dad passed I grabbed his shirts and slept in them, still do if I'm being honest.”
The good reverend wondered at the fact that she slept in her dead stepfather pajama tops, if the man’s hugs and kisses were more than plutonic.
That will work fine, I also need to use your bathroom? And one more imposition. Do you have a spare toothbrush."
“Rachel I have a new toothbrush never been used it’s yours. There is a shower connecting to the guest room. I am sure it would do you a world of good.”
Batard hugged and kissed Rachel good night before heading to his study and activating the closed circuit hidden cameras in the guest room, and shower.
Batard returned to give Rachel the pajama top and toothbrush. A good night hug and quickly back to his study to watch young Rachel.
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“Rachel I have a new toothbrush never been used it’s yours. There is a shower connecting to the guest room. I am sure it would do you a world of good.”
I had originally just planned to brush my teeth and go to bed, but thinking on it. A nice hot shower might relax me.
Batard returned to give Rachel the pajama top and toothbrush. A good night hug and quickly back to his study to watch young Rachel.
I'm a bit surprised that the bed in his guest room is so plain. I guess he doesn't have visitors much. The bathroom was a nice surprise. Big shower with glass doors. Nice shampoo and soap. I grab a hanger from the wardrobe in the guest room and hang my dress. Walking in my panty and bra into the bathroom. Slipping out of them. Running the water and first rinsing my underwear out, planning to hang it to dry in my room.
Stepping under the shower, turning slowly as the warm water washes over my body. Washing my hair out. then my body. Sliding my hands down over my breasts, feeling them. Glad that I'm finally a full B cup, soon maybe a C as they seem to be growing lately. Pinching my nipples feeling them hard. That I love to do.
Wondering what it would be like to have a man touch me like this. What my mother would say me spending the night in a mans house, without benefit of marriage let alone a relationship other then a friendship.
I finish up the shower, drying off. Slipping into your PJ top. Going back into the room, making sure the towel is hung to dry. Hanging my underwear on a hanger to drip dry.
Sliding into the bed, finding it much more comfortable then it looked.
Thinking back of the last few days slipping into a deep sleep, interrupted by the dreams I can never escape from. Tossing and turning, never quite wakening from.
I had originally just planned to brush my teeth and go to bed, but thinking on it. A nice hot shower might relax me.
Batard returned to give Rachel the pajama top and toothbrush. A good night hug and quickly back to his study to watch young Rachel.
I'm a bit surprised that the bed in his guest room is so plain. I guess he doesn't have visitors much. The bathroom was a nice surprise. Big shower with glass doors. Nice shampoo and soap. I grab a hanger from the wardrobe in the guest room and hang my dress. Walking in my panty and bra into the bathroom. Slipping out of them. Running the water and first rinsing my underwear out, planning to hang it to dry in my room.
Stepping under the shower, turning slowly as the warm water washes over my body. Washing my hair out. then my body. Sliding my hands down over my breasts, feeling them. Glad that I'm finally a full B cup, soon maybe a C as they seem to be growing lately. Pinching my nipples feeling them hard. That I love to do.
Wondering what it would be like to have a man touch me like this. What my mother would say me spending the night in a mans house, without benefit of marriage let alone a relationship other then a friendship.
I finish up the shower, drying off. Slipping into your PJ top. Going back into the room, making sure the towel is hung to dry. Hanging my underwear on a hanger to drip dry.
Sliding into the bed, finding it much more comfortable then it looked.
Thinking back of the last few days slipping into a deep sleep, interrupted by the dreams I can never escape from. Tossing and turning, never quite wakening from.
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Jean Batard wasted no time in returning from Rachel and the guest bedroom. He was anxious to see this young Asian beauty in all her naked glory.
He watched as Rachel seemed a bit surprised that the bed in his guest room was so plain. I guess he doesn't have visitors much. The bathroom was a nice surprise. Big shower with glass doors. Nice shampoo and soap. I grab a hanger from the wardrobe in the guest room and hang my dress. Walking in my panty and bra into the bathroom. Slipping out of them. Running the water and first rinsing my underwear out, planning to hang it to dry in my room.
Batard found himself leaning forward as Rachel removed her dress to stand in nothing but her bra and panties. She had a stunning young body. That Rachel was self-conscious about the size of her breast he already knew, yet he loved her well balanced young body. He found his own body stirring as the young dark haired beauty slipped out of her bra and panties. Then the naked young beauty was running the water and first rinsing her underwear out.
Stepping under the shower, Rachel turning slowly as the warm water washes over her gorgeous young body as she Washed her dark hair out, then began soaping her body. Sliding her hands down over her breasts, feeling them. Glad that she finally seemed to have a full B cup, soon maybe a C cup soon. Batard watched as Rachel was pinching her nipples. He could see Rachel’ eyes rolling back, feeling them harden under her own fingers. The look on Rachel face told him she loved to do it.
So sweet innocent Rachel was not quite as innocent as she first appeared, it seemed she liked it hard, could her stepfather taught her to do it for his pleasure? He would be pleased to feed that hidden desire of Rachel’s. Her movement were sensual, they were possessed by a natural seduction quality to them.
Finishing up the shower, drying off. Slipping into your PJ top. Going back into the room, making sure the towel is hung to dry. Hanging my underwear on a hanger to drip dry.
Sliding into the bed, finding it much more comfortable then it looked. Thinking back over the last few days slipping into a deep sleep, interrupted by the dreams I can never escape from. Tossing and turning, never quite wakening from.
Batard was aroused, he needed more than to just see Rachel naked. He slowly snook into the guest room. He stilled in the darkness until he heard that Rachel’s breathing was deep and shallow. Batard crept to the bed and Rachel. He eased back the coverlet, and slowly unbuttoned her pajama shirt. Rachel was restless, he waited until Rachel again lay still on her back. He eased back the pajama top to expose her firm young breasts. He rolled her taunt little nipples under the pads of his thumbs to see how responsive her supple young body was.
Biting his lips he backed out of the room. It would not do to wake her. One though kept returning, she was gorgeous, and he had learned more about Rachel and her stunning young body.
He watched as Rachel seemed a bit surprised that the bed in his guest room was so plain. I guess he doesn't have visitors much. The bathroom was a nice surprise. Big shower with glass doors. Nice shampoo and soap. I grab a hanger from the wardrobe in the guest room and hang my dress. Walking in my panty and bra into the bathroom. Slipping out of them. Running the water and first rinsing my underwear out, planning to hang it to dry in my room.
Batard found himself leaning forward as Rachel removed her dress to stand in nothing but her bra and panties. She had a stunning young body. That Rachel was self-conscious about the size of her breast he already knew, yet he loved her well balanced young body. He found his own body stirring as the young dark haired beauty slipped out of her bra and panties. Then the naked young beauty was running the water and first rinsing her underwear out.
Stepping under the shower, Rachel turning slowly as the warm water washes over her gorgeous young body as she Washed her dark hair out, then began soaping her body. Sliding her hands down over her breasts, feeling them. Glad that she finally seemed to have a full B cup, soon maybe a C cup soon. Batard watched as Rachel was pinching her nipples. He could see Rachel’ eyes rolling back, feeling them harden under her own fingers. The look on Rachel face told him she loved to do it.
So sweet innocent Rachel was not quite as innocent as she first appeared, it seemed she liked it hard, could her stepfather taught her to do it for his pleasure? He would be pleased to feed that hidden desire of Rachel’s. Her movement were sensual, they were possessed by a natural seduction quality to them.
Finishing up the shower, drying off. Slipping into your PJ top. Going back into the room, making sure the towel is hung to dry. Hanging my underwear on a hanger to drip dry.
Sliding into the bed, finding it much more comfortable then it looked. Thinking back over the last few days slipping into a deep sleep, interrupted by the dreams I can never escape from. Tossing and turning, never quite wakening from.
Batard was aroused, he needed more than to just see Rachel naked. He slowly snook into the guest room. He stilled in the darkness until he heard that Rachel’s breathing was deep and shallow. Batard crept to the bed and Rachel. He eased back the coverlet, and slowly unbuttoned her pajama shirt. Rachel was restless, he waited until Rachel again lay still on her back. He eased back the pajama top to expose her firm young breasts. He rolled her taunt little nipples under the pads of his thumbs to see how responsive her supple young body was.
Biting his lips he backed out of the room. It would not do to wake her. One though kept returning, she was gorgeous, and he had learned more about Rachel and her stunning young body.
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My eyes snap open, waking from the end of a dream, just blurred images yelling, guns??? Knives??? Not sure. Blood everywhere. My heart pounding out of my chest.
I sit up, looking around, I'm in a strange room, what is this?? Looking down I'm wearing a man's pajama top? I don't recognize it, it's unbuttoned too.
Getting out of bed as the memory comes back. I'm at the Reverends the storm forced me to say. So it's his pajama top, maybe came unbuttoned because of my dreams, not the 1st time. My dad when I was little would wake me and hold me until I calmed down. But he's gone now.
Going into the bathroom, using the toilet and buttoning my top. I know from experience I won't get back to sleep. I grab the blanket from the bed and wrap it around my shoulders. I go out into the hallway, your door is closed. I go and listen can hear you breathing, so guessing you're asleep.
I go out into the kitchen, I remember seeing a teapot and some teal. I put some water on to boil, hoping it's not one of those that will wake the dead. I sit at the table until I can hear start to boil. I pour a cup, putting the kettle aside.
Keeping the blanket wrapped I go and sit on the couch, leaving the lights off. I find if I sit in the right corner I can see out your front window. So quiet and peaceful. Stars in the sky. Almost picturesque.
Sitting in the peace of quiet of the early morning. I think back about what has happened, all the way from walking into his church to how it is I end up in his house in the middle of the night wearing only a pajama top.
The things about the lord guiding me here. I guess if you really believe in the lord god. Then makes sense. Nothing was planned out, even this town. Just were my finger fell on the map. The random walk around town. The unexpected walking into your church.
The rest more if not planned at least not random and unusual for me in any event. But going into the thought of me starting my life over. Meeting the Reverend his warmth and openness. The other parishioners? I guess. friendly and accepting.
I shift to a more comfortable position and fall back asleep.
I sit up, looking around, I'm in a strange room, what is this?? Looking down I'm wearing a man's pajama top? I don't recognize it, it's unbuttoned too.
Getting out of bed as the memory comes back. I'm at the Reverends the storm forced me to say. So it's his pajama top, maybe came unbuttoned because of my dreams, not the 1st time. My dad when I was little would wake me and hold me until I calmed down. But he's gone now.
Going into the bathroom, using the toilet and buttoning my top. I know from experience I won't get back to sleep. I grab the blanket from the bed and wrap it around my shoulders. I go out into the hallway, your door is closed. I go and listen can hear you breathing, so guessing you're asleep.
I go out into the kitchen, I remember seeing a teapot and some teal. I put some water on to boil, hoping it's not one of those that will wake the dead. I sit at the table until I can hear start to boil. I pour a cup, putting the kettle aside.
Keeping the blanket wrapped I go and sit on the couch, leaving the lights off. I find if I sit in the right corner I can see out your front window. So quiet and peaceful. Stars in the sky. Almost picturesque.
Sitting in the peace of quiet of the early morning. I think back about what has happened, all the way from walking into his church to how it is I end up in his house in the middle of the night wearing only a pajama top.
The things about the lord guiding me here. I guess if you really believe in the lord god. Then makes sense. Nothing was planned out, even this town. Just were my finger fell on the map. The random walk around town. The unexpected walking into your church.
The rest more if not planned at least not random and unusual for me in any event. But going into the thought of me starting my life over. Meeting the Reverend his warmth and openness. The other parishioners? I guess. friendly and accepting.
I shift to a more comfortable position and fall back asleep.
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The Reverend Batard sat in his room the memory of Rachel in the shower. The way her hands had caressed her stunning young body. Moved across her abdomen, and then the way Rachel pinched pulled and tweaked her nipples came flooding back to him. Then later the way he had crept into her room his hands almost shaking as he undid each button of the pajama top. The sight of her small perfect breasts, the way her nipples responded to his touch.
Sleep would not come to Batard as the memories of Rachel filled his mind and stirred his body. He heard the creek of the door, then its silent closing, she was up. He listened as Rachel moved about down in the kitchen, the whistle of the kettle. The soft padding of her feet as went to the living room of the parsonage. He could no longer just lay there in bed when she was so near.
It was still dark as Batard made his way down stairs. No lights were on but that was of little concern as Reverend Jean Batard was a creature of the dark. He saw Rachel curled on the couch and looking out the front window. Rachel was bathed in moon light. Batard coughed to announce his presence. “Can’t sleep Rachel?”
He made his way to the young beauty and the couch. He sat next to Rachel and enfolded her in the security of his arms. “Rest your head on my chest Rachel. What bothers you so that sleep alludes you?
Sleep would not come to Batard as the memories of Rachel filled his mind and stirred his body. He heard the creek of the door, then its silent closing, she was up. He listened as Rachel moved about down in the kitchen, the whistle of the kettle. The soft padding of her feet as went to the living room of the parsonage. He could no longer just lay there in bed when she was so near.
It was still dark as Batard made his way down stairs. No lights were on but that was of little concern as Reverend Jean Batard was a creature of the dark. He saw Rachel curled on the couch and looking out the front window. Rachel was bathed in moon light. Batard coughed to announce his presence. “Can’t sleep Rachel?”
He made his way to the young beauty and the couch. He sat next to Rachel and enfolded her in the security of his arms. “Rest your head on my chest Rachel. What bothers you so that sleep alludes you?
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Just as I'm dozing off again. The Reverend comes in coughing to not startle me.
He made his way to the young beauty and the couch. He sat next to Rachel and enfolded her in the security of his arms. “Rest your head on my chest Rachel. What bothers you so that sleep alludes you?
It just seemed ok to let him hold me, my head resting on his chest.
"It's just that I often have bad dreams, usually don't wake up, but I know if I do. I won't get back to sleep"
"I hope I didn't wake you, I've found that a cup of tea helps"
"About the only time I want tea"
feeling your warmth as you hold me. Snuggling into you more.
"When I talked to my dad about them, his thought was a repressed memory of my parents killing. I just remember yelling guns and a lot of blood, He also said it's the only time he would hear me speak Chinese"
Thinking back over all the years of these dreams
"I don't get them every night, but often enough. When I was little Dad would bring into bed with them, well more him as long as I can remember they slept apart"
"Something that mom put a stop too, when I grew up a bit"
"I guess just some of the baggage I have to deal with, been thinking of getting counseling but scared to dig too deep into that memory"
"Anyways, here I go babbling again. You can go back to bed, I imagine I'm keeping you up"
He made his way to the young beauty and the couch. He sat next to Rachel and enfolded her in the security of his arms. “Rest your head on my chest Rachel. What bothers you so that sleep alludes you?
It just seemed ok to let him hold me, my head resting on his chest.
"It's just that I often have bad dreams, usually don't wake up, but I know if I do. I won't get back to sleep"
"I hope I didn't wake you, I've found that a cup of tea helps"
"About the only time I want tea"
feeling your warmth as you hold me. Snuggling into you more.
"When I talked to my dad about them, his thought was a repressed memory of my parents killing. I just remember yelling guns and a lot of blood, He also said it's the only time he would hear me speak Chinese"
Thinking back over all the years of these dreams
"I don't get them every night, but often enough. When I was little Dad would bring into bed with them, well more him as long as I can remember they slept apart"
"Something that mom put a stop too, when I grew up a bit"
"I guess just some of the baggage I have to deal with, been thinking of getting counseling but scared to dig too deep into that memory"
"Anyways, here I go babbling again. You can go back to bed, I imagine I'm keeping you up"
