She’d just come back from visiting three different homebound parishioners; her hair was damp, and her shoes were soaked. Her internal state was no b...tter than her external one.The phone rang. “Independence United Methodist Church,” she said into it.“Reverend Blake, please.”“Speaking.”“This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the Northern District.” Jen knew who Metzger was; there were only seven district superintendents, after all. But she’d long-ago learned that people whom it was easiest. My hands are trembling so much I can’t actually get my little camera into the right position – not that I’ve any idea how to use it, I’ve only just bought it and never used one before. Miss Donna can see the state I’m in, clumsy and nervous and obviously so excited to be in Her presence but also worried at the same time. “Don’t worry Graham, I’ll just do some poses while you watch so you can get used to it, then maybe try the camera again. I can always give you some of the photos the other. “You’re sure this place isn’t going to collapse when we walk in?” Josie asked.“If I can safely go inside, I think you can,” I chuckled. “You missed the hilarious conversation yesterday.”“What was that?” Jennifer asked.“Jesse was asking about baptism and Vasily told him that back in ancient times people were baptized naked! They only do that with babies now. You can imagine what our son had to say!”Jennifer laughed, “I have his white gown, and he has bathing trunks with him, like you. I knew they were even very noticeable…I went around the place and finally found a black guy staring at me.Or better I could say, that he was checking out my body. I looked at him in the eyes and he kept his look on me. I suddenly bent over my waist, as if I was looking for something in the lower shelves and I made sure that he could get a nice sight of my bare mound from behind.I stood straight again and looked at the black guy. And he was smiling…I moved closer, swaying my hips sexily on every.